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probably started as a little kid. we had a lot of struggle. we homeschooled until she was in 7th grade. she definitely has learning disabilities that i could not cope with. she had always bugged to go to school. but when she did, she fell apart. part of that was the school. the "program" she was in, which was supposed to be remedial, was not. and i think she bore the brunt of a lot of anti-homeschool prejudice. she just couldn't cope, and no one was any help. we got a lot of lectures about discipline, which probably made things worse. ordinary good parenting can really blow up in your face with a bp kid. she ended up cutting, having auditory hallucinations, drinking, taking drugs, not sleeping, you name it. she was in the hospital for a few weeks, in part from bad care and meds. she is in a therapeutic day school, and most weeks gets 3 hours of therapy. she is getting straight a's, but still hates mom. i guess i could do better with her, but i don't really know how. protecting myself from the venom is a full time job sometimes. she has been given a lot of meds, and even when they help, she insists they don't. she'll take them for a while, then give up. she takes her depakote sometimes, cuz it helps her migraines. i have been fairly good at keeping my nose out of her shit, especially now that she is 18. she has a lot of support, and she just can't accept any help from me. things have been hot because i have been refusing to take her crap, especially when it comes to being bullied into chauffeuring her around to her docs. she can take the train to timbuktu to party, but she needs a ride to the shrink? she needs to be responsible for herself. she has really gotten in the middle of all this shit. she thought she had a free ride out of here. she is going to be pissed if her dad comes home. i have to stand up to her at least to the point of refusing to let her fill her little sibs heads with fear that i am secretly hurting them. there is a line. trying to do it calmly, but there is a line.
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