I wish I could say things are improving at Casa d’ABM, but alas things continue to decline.
In our most recent episode, I had to lay down a consequence that I wish wasn’t necessary. I knew it would be devastating. I knew it would feel like rejection for my daughter. I knew it would likely damage our relationship, hopefully only temporarily.
I consulted with medical and mental health professionals beforehand.
Of all the things Hope and I have been through, this is without question the most difficult, the most hurtful, the most damaging, and just the most heartbreaking.
I feel helpless.
I feel rejected.
I hurt so bad that it physically hurts.
I can’t fix anything.
And so I just have to keep going.
I know that Hope feels all this too, probably more and probably even more intensely, if that’s possible.
These next few months will be so hard. I don’t know what to expect. I have no template, no guideposts.
I have a great support team at the ready. I have resources that could be used to ease things, but it would be like papering over the challenges. We have the support of our family and friends.
And yet, I know that both of us feel very alone.
There are a lot of things I wish I had done differently over the last few months, but I don’t know if it would change our outcomes. I saw this collision coming, and it always seemed unavoidable. I did my best. I’m trying to play the long game.
I love Hope. I want her to be safe. I wish she could be happy; she’s told me before that she’s had moments of happiness, but generally it’s never been a persistent state. I want her to have the life she deserves, which is more than I could ever dream of. She deserves the universe.
I’ve learned these last few months that she doesn’t believe she deserves that. I’ve learned that her belief in our permanence as a family was always questionable. I’ve learned that she sees herself as broken beyond repair. I’ve learned that despite everything, she doesn’t believe she is worthy.
These revelations are just devastating on so many levels. I thought I knew how she was really doing. I thought I had created space for her healing somewhat. I thought if nothing, she knew I was her forever ride or die, even if I had to allow her to feel the full impact of consequences for her behavior. I also naively thought we had sidestepped so many challenges other families had experienced.
And yet, here we are, in a place having the experience that I tried my best to prevent.
Trauma is a whole bitch.
I believe Hope and I will get through this. I know the relationship will probably look so different in the future—though right now, my priority is to maintain any connection she will agree to. I believe she will go on to have a good life after this chapter. But right now, we are in the chapter that has all of the conflict, all of the sadness, all of the brokenness, all of the devastation.
Our home is currently not an oasis for either of us.
This weekend I’m away on business. I was excused from the trip, given all that is going on at home. I chose to go in order to give both of us a bit of space and time to just breathe without being on top of one another. We’re just doing “proof of life” communications at the moment.
Please continue to keep us, especially my beautiful girl, in your positive thoughts and prayers if you’re into that kind of thing. We need every shred of positive energy we can gather.
July 30th, 2022 at 11:17 am
I hate that you are facing this. I am proud of your courage in telling that it is hard and the terrible depths of trauma inflicted damage. I hold you both in constant care. I hope the period you are facing is not long and ends with a clear relationship of love, joy, reconciliation, renewal and permanence. it is a hard road however, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. There is support.
July 30th, 2022 at 12:11 pm
My thoughts are with you both.
July 30th, 2022 at 5:02 pm
Sure wish there was something to say that could offer comfort. But know that there are many of us out here wishing the best for both of you.
From the voice of experience….she has to decide to be happy, to choose whatever it is that will help her heal from the trauma. To understand that the trauma doesn’t have to live forever. But until she gets to that point, it’s so hard to watch, to tough it out as the parent, so hard to wait. So hard to know what is the right thing to do.
Wishing I could wave my magic wand for you both. Get you on to that next chapter.
July 30th, 2022 at 7:56 pm
This is terrifying. Your poor heart and home. I hope you can move through this without too much more delay and begin to recover your future.
July 30th, 2022 at 11:54 pm
sending prayers for you both.
remember this is only one chapter in your family’s story, and Hope’s story. I hope that one day you will look back at this time, from a happier, safer place, and it will be something terrible, but something that you got through.
and please know that whatever is going on now does NOT negate the safety and love and healing you have given Hope over the years. It might feel right now like it does, but it doesn’t.
July 31st, 2022 at 6:20 am
Thank you for this reminder. It’s really easy to forget in this moment that we have a healthy history to lean on.
July 31st, 2022 at 12:20 pm
Absolutely, all of this. Thank you for your thoughtful insight here.
July 31st, 2022 at 8:05 pm
I’m so sorry. I’m thinking about the long games and sending positive thoughts, appreciation & love to you and Hope.
August 3rd, 2022 at 5:05 pm
I don’t know if this makes you feel any better, but even Anne Frank’s father said you never know how your child really feels, and they were cooped up in an attic for years. I guess I’m hoping you give yourself a bit of grace with the entire situation.
Sending love and light ❤
August 4th, 2022 at 2:13 am
My best wishes to both of you!