Making Friends

Today’s adoption related story –

My 10 yr old daughter (adopted last year from foster care, who has been with us for 2 years) just came home from her first time at church camp today and has been very emotional about all of the “best friends” she made that she will “never see again” (they’re from all over about a 300 mile radius and there’s a chance they’ll see each other at camp again next year but no guarantees). She tends to deem kids her “best friends” VERY quickly and then gets very upset when/if something goes wrong in the relationship or they move away or something. As I was reflecting on the situation tonight it struck me that this could very well be related to her trauma from being removed from her birth mom and being in multiple foster homes—anytime someone “leaves” her, she is devastated…which makes sense given her history.

Some thoughts –

My 14 year old went to a 3 day day camp and it took her two days to get out of the funk of never seeing these kids again.

From what I have been reading regarding trauma and it’s effects on future relationships, that sounds exactly what it is. To which someone else affirmed – Yep. Trauma response. Someone else suggested “family therapy.” Also an adoption competent therapist and/or trauma informed. Trauma impacts brain development and in many ways she might still be developing some skills that other 10 year olds are expected to have. Speech therapy is actually super helpful for working on these skills.

Another person noted – It is very common for kids to say this after an intense camp experience and for her it is tied up with her trauma too. It isn’t either/or. This is yes/and.

And this thought – Being sad you may not see your new friends again is normal. Strongly attaching in a short period of time and being completely devastated when the time ends, is not. This behavior may escalate once she reaches her teens and starts dating. Feeling like you have to do anything possible to keep from losing someone puts one in some pretty terrible situations.

Another adds – the dating part sounds so close to what I did as a teen. I had the hardest time leaving relationships, even if they were abusive. I was so afraid to be alone.

Yet another example – this can happen with changing grades/saying goodbye to teachers and friends as well. We talk a lot about how just because someone’s gone, it doesn’t mean they’re not connected to you; same with when someone dies.

There was also this wise perspective – The children we are parenting have always had bigger and more intense responses to these types of situations than their peers, which we recognize as a response to their big grief and loss. And yes, we’ve had amazing therapists and their responses are more typical now, much of the time, but not always and the trauma will always be with them. And we know to validate this sadness, grief, loss, etc. and validate all the people/situations they may be missing and sad about. 

Actually Not Related

This is the day my parents married in 1953 because my teenage mom was pregnant with me and my dad did right by her.  They were both adoptees.  As incredible as it may seem to the reader, it was only recently that I realized how miraculous it is that I did not end up given away and adopted.

Certainly, my mom’s adoptive parents could not have been happy about all their dashed hopes for my mom.  No debutante ball, no marrying into the upper class.  Instead her husband came from a humble and poor family.  In spite of it all, they remained married for life, over 60 years, and died 4 months apart.

How to explain what it is like ?  I chose to relocate myself to Missouri.  Eventually, I would discover lots of connections to my chosen home state.  Yet, they were not my own family connections, not really.  There was the town in Missouri – Dittmer – founded by my mom’s adoptive father’s family.  There was the town in Missouri – Eugene – founded by my mom’s adoptive mother’s family.  There was the town in Illinois – Belleville – founded by my dad’s adoptive mother’s family.  I could not claim any of these places had a real relationship to my family history.  It is a weird black hole to spend one’s life within.

Now I really know what is important.  Loss, betrayal and abandonment force us to let go of our attachments.  When my parents died, I became an orphan.  I also lost a close and loving relationship with my youngest sister, who’s mental illness that appears to be some kind of paranoid schizophrenia, caused her to distrust me as I attempted to close out our parent’s estate.  I heard my mom’s voice in my head saying “finish the work.”  That work was requesting the court to create a supportive situation for my sister since she could no longer depend upon our parents and was hostile towards me.  A lifetime of being there for her was lost and abandoned by her.  Sadly.