It has been a long time since I have felt moved to write here, felt like there was anything worth sharing. I can’t really say why now is when I am. Maybe it’s because its late, I can’t sleep and I have been staring at my phone for an hour clicking on Pinterest posts and falling down that rabbit hole. Maybe its because I have recently realized/had it pointed out that I am not handling things as well as I thought I was. Or it could be that I finally feel ready to talk about some things. I don’t know. If you are here, if you are reading this thank you for caring.
Lets rewind a little. My last post was a love letter from me to my boys. I meant every word, and still do. Lately it’s been hard to push past all the negatives to live in that love. When I say lately, I mean not too long after I wrote that letter things began a swift decline. I didn’t know what to say, and I still am struggling with how I feel about everything now. When things in my life get rocky I try to approach it with an attitude of openness and honestly. Often I say things that get me looks from a crowd but I am a big believer that you give power to the things you hide. If we say those things out loud then they become less scary. They become something that others can ask about, something that’s ok to discuss. So here we go.
My oldest, max, is not doing well. In the years past there had always been ups and down with him emotionally/behaviorally. He would have a bad month and then a good one, or sometimes longer stretches. The past several months have not been good. We are now grasping for good days, good hours, good moments. No one is suffering more than max because of it, but as a family we are all feeling the effects of it. His younger brother is starting to mimic his actions and words. I am at a loss with how to respond to him most of the time because I truly don’t know what to say. If I ignore it then I am not giving him attention but if I respond it escalates. We all live in suspense of when he next outburst will be, when the next negative thing will come out of his mouth. It feels like we live in a parallel universe to all the people around us because what everyone sees in snippets is this beautiful little boy who just looks a little unhappy. No one knows how deep it goes except for those closest to him and it’s breaking our hearts.
Max is unhappy with his life all of the time now. He will say it out loud in moments of clarity that rip my breath from my chest.
“Why and I so angry all the time? Why am I so unhappy? ”
He hurts himself. Sometimes he will slap himself in response to and answer he doesn’t like, or scratch his face. Sometimes its with a closed fist over and over till we tell him to stop. Often when he is in the midst of a meltdown he will slam his hands into the floor, kick things. Towards then end of the school year last year he was picking at scabs on his face and hands so much he now has scars to show for it. He ripped out two teeth before they were ready to come out. He appears unhappy most of the time. If there is something he wants to do or a need he wants satisfied that is not met immediately, all this comes to the surface. There is a constant stream of negative self talk that doesn’t end.
“I am so stupid. I am so dumb. Everyone hates me. You are saying I am not needed. I want to die. I want to kill myself. I don’t want to live here with you. I hate my life.”
There is nothing that will crush the soul of a parent that words like these coming from their child. He isn’t saying it because he is trying to manipulate us. He is genuinely this unhappy all of the time. I would empty my bank account, empty my body of blood and marrow to fix it. My husband and I talk about this nightly after he goes to bed. What do we do? What can we do better?
I feel like I am sucking at this mom thing. I don’t say that for a response, it is genuinely how I feel. I am so strung-out-on-edge over this that I am constantly in a state of low-grade irritation with him. He is always unhappy with me, and I never know how to satisfy him. When I do, the next hurdle is lurking insidiously around the corner. My body is knotted up with tension until he is peacefully sleeping at night. I thought I was managing until recently when talking with some of my friends. I have become withdrawn this summer from the people around me, which hasn’t been fair to them or myself. I am still trying to work out why I do this because it doesn’t serve me at all. When things get hard I back off of everything until I feel like I have a good grasp on the problem. I pull back and get quiet. Truly, I never realize consciously it is happening. Normally I share my every thought/emotion on any other topic so not being able to articulate the BIG things is confusing to me. I still haven’t really worked out what to say on this whole matter. When talking to a friend recently she pointed out that when people ask how I am, I answer with whats going on with max. How max is suffering through this shit. I never answer with how I am. My knee jerk reaction was that couldn’t be, I am so honest about whats going on. I tell my friends everything. It hit me a few seconds later as I tried to articulate my feelings that I really don’t know what they are.
After really letting this sit in my head for a few days, this is what I have come up with. I feel like we are in a waiting room, biding our time until it’s our turn. Max is going for a full neuropsych eval in three weeks to see what we are missing mental health wise. I feel like until I get the results of this I am on pause. Holding my breath for a plan of attack, a compass with some direction to it. I can’t think too much about the future, because when I do I go to a crazy place that’s not helpful. So I lock those thoughts up in a vault I try not to open, because if I do I won’t be strong for my family. I can’t fully admit out loud how worried I am because it makes it too real right now. I don’t know what to call the monster that lives inside my son’s head. Once I have a name for it, then we can talk about it.
For now, he is in therapy. I will be starting soon also. (you all can breathe a sigh or relief, I do realize I need it and it is a priority.) He is having regular check in appointments with his Dr. at the Lurie Center. He has started medication (not that we are seeing any difference, but we are just dipping our toe in that pond.) Coming to that decision was incredibly painful for us as parents but it was time. He starts school in two days so he will have a steady routine soon.
Its time to come out of the deep deep dark. We can’t pretend we aren’t suffering, or that things are easy. I will talk about it if you ask as best I can. I am working hard on being better to those closest to me because pulling away wasn’t fair to them, or to me. We are here just trying to make it through the best we know how.
With love, caffeine, yoga and the people who refuse to leave when the shit hits the fan. People like you.