
I haven’t posted much about Dora lately, but she is struggling. Her anger rules her decisions, in spite of awesome therapy sessions addressing her issues and providing her with better choices. Her therapist commented that she knows many smart kids who make dumb choices ... and currently Dora is one of them.
Dora continues to give nothing back, but wants to leap into Beth’s life just the same. My response is to explain to her it doesn’t work like that; if she chooses not act like a daughter, she can be a
boarder, but she will have to contribute to the household in some manner. Therefore, she is doing far more chores, partly because we discontinued having a cleaning lady (Beth wants to earn more money) and partly because Dora needs to give back one way or the other. She worked inside much of yesterday, but managed to play around, do a poor job, or attempt to manipulate Beth into doing the job for her. (I spent four hours working on making sense out of my horrible basement; unpacking boxes from our move over a year ago! We
all worked!) Dora's choices earned her the opportunity to do a chore that removes most of those inside temptations … she is moving manure again today. It isn’t particularly warm outside, and the manure will be hard to handle when it is partially frozen. The written instructions I provided include cleaning up the barn in other ways, too.
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Her get-started-on-the-day breakfast was a nice bowl of plain oatmeal, as we also had the discussion that I could feed her more cheaply if she wanted to do less work. She did, so I did. Because she stood silently by the back door for an hour while the rest of us ate breakfast and prepared food for lunch today, her oatmeal was cold by the time she opted to eat it. She is really having a major pity party, but no one else is attending it.
She managed to articulate to me that she was angry with me for making her do chores. She will parrot the therapist and acknowledge that she is punishing herself with her behaviors, but nothing much changes.
Been there, done this a thousand times before. Are we having fun yet?
Tomorrow, I’ll try and figure out if I have anything of value to say about how I managed to survive living in a war zone for years and years and years. How DID I cope with my chronic PTSD? Good question …
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