
Based on a comment left on my last blog, it appears I have lost a reader… or perhaps two or three or twenty… This mom pierced me with perhaps one of the few arrows that still have the ability to penetrate my wounded body. She accused me of taking away her hope. In all fairness, it is not the first time I have been accused of that transgression. And I know, perhaps as well as anyone, what hope means to a struggling mom. Hope is about all I have had to hold onto this past 17 years. Hope that one day Amy would understand about relationships. Hope that someday she would care enough about herself to have good hygiene, to participate in life, to be a daughter and let me be her mom.
It isn’t about off-the-charts expectations… it is about the very basics. I understand she processes things differently and she has issues and fears and insecurities. She doesn’t have to be a clone of me or anyone else. She doesn’t have to be a rocket scientist or even go to college. There are aspects to her behavior that truly are out of her control, and I get that.
But it IS within her control to choose her attitude. She doesn’t have to be nasty to people, much less to the people who have physically and emotionally supported her all these years. And all that I had in the midst of the perpetual pout, victim mentality and refusal to change was
hope. At one point I was driving 1 hour and 45 minutes each way to take her to therapy,
hoping she would make some changes. I stopped taking her when she said, “I know what I need to do but I don’t want to do it.” That pretty effectively killed the hope that therapy would do much good. (By the way, this was the last but certainly not the first therapist or psychiatrist or neurologist... we have seen countless mental health professionals over the years.)
Have you heard of Elizabeth Kübler-Ross, a doctor in Switzerland who spent a lot of time with dying people? She wrote a book called
On Death and Dying which included a cycle of emotional states that has come to be referred to as the Grief Cycle. More on that (and about hope) coming…
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