tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post9082576521667898471..comments2023-06-25T01:21:49.003-07:00Comments on Home: a soft place to fall: The Whipping MomUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post-89760001080684054152013-12-24T02:43:33.237-08:002013-12-24T02:43:33.237-08:00Our family is preparing to adopt 3 wonderful older...Our family is preparing to adopt 3 wonderful older children from Ukraine. Wow, this article is helpful. But not in the way you might think! I myself suffered the loss of a family at age 14. I am the one who traumatizes my own family now at holidays, mostly Christmas. Christmas was the only time my original dysfunctional family had any real delight or joy. Christmas was a reprieve from the day-to-day abuse, etc. Now I understand why I hate Christmas so much... I do *try* not to take it out on my family. I really do. But for us who have suffered loss (I was put in an orphanage at age 14), understand that we want every single day to be the same. Stopping for "holidays" is disruptive and brings up memories. For me, this has all been a subconscious thing. Thanks for helping me to understand more why I just want to grieve at Christmas. My family, thankfully, has few expectations and is very patient with me.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08973224932176120633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post-3727534964290839292013-08-19T15:27:29.274-07:002013-08-19T15:27:29.274-07:00I'll have to send you a copy of the coloring b...I'll have to send you a copy of the coloring book T and I are making... it hurts and it's a slow process, but for him, it seems to be helping-- at least over all. Each time we sit down it causes a full week of crap, but he looks at it often, shows it to others and is talking more overall. More eye contact too. It's a story of his life. He tells me, and I draw it, soon we will bind it and he will color it. Some pages are very angry and hurt and will be battered by the time he's done coloring. Others are so beautiful we both cry. What a nightmare/sparkly rainbow this journey can be.Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05079218984399661463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post-61723133722498554822013-08-19T08:58:01.631-07:002013-08-19T08:58:01.631-07:00Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! This is a must re...Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! This is a must read for anybody who does not understand adoption and/or trauma and children. I am happy your birthday this year was more enjoyable than the last. I pray for healing for your children and many more happier celebrations. ruthiehttp://ruthie.canoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post-86612374092634182262013-08-19T08:33:18.715-07:002013-08-19T08:33:18.715-07:00Yup. That explains it exactly. Although, for me, i...Yup. That explains it exactly. Although, for me, it was a night and day difference that SEEMED to just happen. One day, we had our younger daughter with an open adoption and he didn't mind his closed adoption. The next day, a light went on, he realized he was missing out on that relationship with his first mother, and our world turned upside down. I went from being a loved Mom, very connected with a happy, kind, wonderful son to being the worst person in his world, who ruined his life and became a verbally, physically, and emotionally abused mother....constantly...and nobody in the world believed me. STILL don't. ~Sheyann Shinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07248638307776387058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post-51328179437541060152013-08-19T08:05:12.442-07:002013-08-19T08:05:12.442-07:00Happy Birthday to You indeed beautiful friend!Happy Birthday to You indeed beautiful friend!One Crowded Househttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06646904151810368442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post-86362720915779046142013-08-18T20:54:04.136-07:002013-08-18T20:54:04.136-07:00Today is my birthday, it wasn't ... awful, and...Today is my birthday, it wasn't ... awful, and that ~ made it a blessing and a gift. I have had years and years of horrible hard days. My adoptions where I was most challenged are now 15, 13 and 9 years ago... kids range from 24 to 5... that day for you will come to :) Amandanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post-49217352231488348832013-08-18T20:33:11.879-07:002013-08-18T20:33:11.879-07:00Happy Birthday to you is right!
We are at 6 years,...Happy Birthday to you is right!<br />We are at 6 years, and this is the first time I got a "real" present from my adopted daughter. A little note, a sincere handwritten note. The best!The Accidental Mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00409271721074309249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post-48887054316590286132013-08-18T20:04:19.063-07:002013-08-18T20:04:19.063-07:00beautiful. thank you for this.beautiful. thank you for this.scooping it uphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08801475653537826888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-836394109152759629.post-38968033845500505842013-08-18T20:03:33.873-07:002013-08-18T20:03:33.873-07:00The wedding ring thing happened to me, too! Only s...The wedding ring thing happened to me, too! Only she buried it in the backyard. Do traumatized kids have a secret network where they share ideas for acting out?<br /><br />Sorry to be so random. Found you through Christine and have been following your blog. So glad your birthday was better this year than last.Wordy girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975039039846894819noreply@blogger.com