Adoptive Mom’s Life
“I knew when I adopted my child; it would be hard. But I’ve given everything I have. I provide all therapeutic services my child requires. I am present, I am calm, I’m responsive, I get up in the middle of the night, I drop what I’m doing and respond, I get the do-overs, we do TheraPlay, TBRI, Occupational Therapy, Physical Therapy, Sensory Processing, and school.
Each week, we have multiple medical appointments. This is the focus of my entire world. There is not enough time to do anything else. Although, yes, my child is getting better, it’s been over a year.
What’s the limit? I can’t keep up this pace. I have to pay attention to my other children. I’m exhausted; my body is shutting down on me.
According to my doctor, I suffer from adrenal fatigue. I can’t seem to catch up on my rest, and self-care moments don’t seem to help. I’m starting to be angry and resentful about being a parent. And I’m scared that if I don’t keep doing what I’m doing, I will permanently damage my child. All of our efforts will be lost. I feel trapped.
People tell me that I should…