This will be a shorter post, adding to what I shared last night.
Before I go on, I need to say a couple of things about life...
Everyone can relate to stories someone else shares. Either because they have the compassion and understanding to realize life is full of love and laughter, drama and heartache. Or because they've been through something similar. Hopefully both...
I'm sharing something very personal, yet something I know many, many people can relate to. Yet everyone has their own story. Here's some more of mine....
Last night I told some things about my daughters early years. There's so much more, but this isn't the place to talk about it. I've just given you a small glimpse of life with Lori.
As I said, there are so many more things that happened. And it all lead up to her being put into "The System" a month before her 14th birthday. Her choice. She didn't want to live with me anymore, so she did all she could to get herself out of the house.
But even they couldn't help her. She went from Foster Homes to Group Homes, always leaving either because they couldn't control her or because that's what she wanted, which was usually the case. One time she left a detention center sometime after lock down. The only reason they even knew she was gone is because sometime in the middle of the night, she was banging on the front door to be let back in! She said it was too cold to be out...
Of course there were countless 'evaluations' which at first lead to the usual "It's the Mother's fault", then to the fact that they washed their hands of her. I had one Social Worker tell me "Lori needs more help than either you or I can give her". So at 16, they sent her back home. Two months later she was gone again...
Now I need to say something you've probably already assumed. And I will quote countless others who have been or are now there...Drugs are indescribably horrible and heartbreaking to everyone involved. And on top of all that, Lori was finally diagnosed with something I always knew. She had multiple personalities.
I knew 3 of them.....
And I have to get to work, so I'll be back later today with more.
Thanks for coming by again and have a good Thursday.
This will be continued....
4 comments:
Gentle hugs............
And accolades for all the strength you have, to write this..........
Hugs to you. Thank you for sharing this with us. As a mother who has gone through something very similar with my son, I can totally empathize with you. My youngest: banged his head on the floor when a baby, got into trouble in grammar school, got kicked out of two high schools, stole money from my wallet, went into the system,and eventually spent time in the prison system. I hope in some way what I say here helps you to feel better...but today, at 26, he has a steady job, has his own apartment, pays all his bills, has a bank account, is abstinent from drugs, so there is hope. It is heartache to deal with. I commend you for being so strong.
OK, take a deep breath. The telling can sometimes be the healing. I am not surprised you say this happened when she was 14. The clinic I had my daughter in in Minneapolis says the hormone changes are like a switch. But I'm here when you are ready to tell more. Hugs and hope and strength and prayers.
How brave you are to share this with us! I, too, have children who have alcohol, drug problems. It has been in my family for generations, and it is a real heart breaker.
Hugs to you brave friend,
Jo
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