Saturday, 11 October 2014
This is quite difficult for me returning to Blogging after over a years break , is there any point I ask myself of talking to people who have many years of catching up on where I am in the Adoption journey .Then I ask myself , would it have been helpful for me if I could have had Twitter , the Adoption Social and the many blogs that are available at the touch of a button when I was pulling my hair out , coping with two children with Attachment issues .
Things are changing people are listening , voices are being heard .it is vital that the true picture of Adoption is painted clearly .
Children are being placed in quicker time , where is that support coming from ? Where is the money coming from ? In my view there will never be enough money or support to mend the wounds of a child who has suffered early life trauma .There will never be enough money to see beneath the deep imbedded grains of pain , genetic imprint and the damage of being born into a world with Addiction already imprinted , before the child leaves the womb .
I say this because I know , I know because I live with these ingrained messages every day in the lives of my girls and now my grandchild Georgia and my second grandchild who is only twenty weeks and has suffered more drama within the womb than a years series of East Enders .
Your children will grow up , they reach 18 , suddenly their support stops they become children in an Adult world , only trouble is that within that young adult there is still a wounded frightened child .Where do they turn now when they can't cope .? Self Esteem in shatters , they fall into the same domestic violence relationships of the generation they followed , they mix and attract other vulnerable adult children who they can bounce off and cement their every dwindling self images . From families of abuse , addiction and violence the very things they said they never wanted slowly the weed creeps in and takes hold like an ivy vine strangling the branches of the once strong oak tree their Adoptive parents tried to grow .
They get pregnant , they will never make the mistakes their birth families made .I hear those cries muffled as the partners they choose use the baby as a pawn and a tool to knock their self esteem to the ground . Where has all the hard work we put into these girls gone .Before my eyes and in their eyes I see the pain they still carry , I see the likeness of their birth family shining through .Where are we in all this ? We are beside them . We hold their hands , wipe away their tears and help them plan their next move as their minds are so troubled they can not think anymore , Fear has eaten them away . Regardless of how much I could wish to turn the clock back , I cannot .
These are our children .Acceptance is the only way forward .Acceptance that we will never change what others did so many years ago , Acceptance that This too shall pass and Acceptance that as a family we can get through this ,just like we did every other incident that arose from that very poignant day on the 2nd December 1999 when we met those two lovely little blond girls who we held so much hope for .Tonight I hold onto that Hope because without hope we would have nothing to believe in .
Monday, 2 June 2014
The last year has been very challenging with our new Grand child , my husband redundancy and going back out to work .
I now work part time as a benefit Advisor for a Disability Charity and find keeping up with the latest DWP info is a challenge in its self .
Lauren still lives with us and has had a hard year coming to terms with the horrific Domestic violence she suffered whilst living with the boy she became involved with at school .
Amy is still with her partner and Georgia is walking and approaching her first birthday .
I originally started my blog as away of making some sense of what we had lived through during bringing the girls up over the last fifteen years .
The girls have enjoyed reading my blog and have also contributed with their own views of Adoption .With no baby books to fall back on and only a life story book telling the story of their previous life it has enabled them to piece their early childhood memories together ,having forgotten many of the memories due to the early life trauma that fogs them starting life in a new family.
Having lived the dream I am pretty qualified on the pitfalls and joys of the Adoption world to pass comment now and again .
After seventeen years I have decided I have had enough of dragging the past up , reliving how hard it was does not help me move on and rebuild my life again post children .The whole process left me very fragile and I have needed time and a lot of self reflection to reconnect with myself and see a very different life ahead of me .
If you have read any of my posts you will know my husband and I adopted our girls at six and five and survived through some very traumatic times as well as having a pretty open Adoption .
The girls are now 21 and 19 years old .Amy is a mum to Georgia and life is now very different for them now in the adult Adoptee world .They now balance two families ,being in regular contact with their birth family .
My reason for changing direction with my blogg is to get the message across that Adoption really is a life long commitment and just because the girls are now adults their needs remain very complex .
I also feel by not talking about the issues Adoptees continue to have into adult hood I am discounting any young person who has spent time in the care system or a loving Adoptive family but still struggle with Identity and trying to find their place in society .
Over the last year as an Adoptive mum I continue to parent Amy and Lauren and support them as they learn to live in the Adult world .The difference now is I do it from a different place , the balance of being their for them as a loving supportive mum ,balanced against making them responsible for their own choices and actions is often a difficult role .
Amy parents Georgia from a very different place to her beginning in life and it is lovely to watch her attachment grow and the joy she shows .
I have also noticed that Georgia is already a much more Independant baby to most her age , most young mums ponder to their babies every move , Georgia held her own bottle very quickly and eats almost everything she is given .
Amy and I have very different views on how baby's are fed , I found it difficult to watch as Georgia was handed a bread roll and ham at eight months and had great fun tearing and throwing it all over the floor with the bits she managed to devour reaching her mouth . Bibs are a waste of time as far as Amy is concerned as Georgia tears them off .
After watching the ITV programme the secret life of babies , I can now see Amy is instinctively parenting Geogia having no past experience to draw on .
Apparently the messier children are allowed to eat the quicker they learn .I now hold my hands up and ditch my own perfectionist super clean upbringing and complement Amy in fallowing her heart .
Just like parenting Amy as mum , I need to work on choosing my battles as Nanny McFi .
Believe me there have been issues over the last year , far more than I would want to share on this page, but the main point I want to emphasise is my girls are doing just fine under the circumstances they are often attracted to .It is not my place to act as judge and jury to the choices they make , the mistakes and how they overcome the lessons they are challenged with through adult hood .
The time has come for me to let go , let go the story of how hard Adoption has been and how it still challenges me .The time has come for me to concentrate on my own self love which I have neglected for way too long .
I will still post occasionally positive milestones in our family lives and I am still contributing to Twitter and I am happy to help if anybody needs support .
For me now , I am taking a huge leap of faith that There is life after Adoption .
Friday, 11 April 2014
FREEDOM , the title for #WASO this week .Freedom is not a word I believe goes hand in hand with the complexities of Adoption .
Only the other day , Amy approached my hubbie John ( pushover dad ) with the idea that it would be nice if we had Georgia to stay once a week .! Much as I love my little Grand daughter I nearly choked at the thought of being tied down every weekend after finally getting a bit of my life back after years of the tribulations of bringing up two Adopted children .
Freedom is something you dream about when you are in the thick of Adoption Mayhem .I remember wishing so many times that I could just turn the clock back and had been able to accept that I couldn't have children .I wished I was travelling the big wide world that could so have been my oyster .I wished for freedom to go for a wee without one of the girls rattling the door and crying a Mum, Mum ,MUM!!!!!!! The very word that I had always dreamed to be called , I so wished for the freedom of being just plain old Fi again .
Alas as soon as you decide to put your foot on the ladder of the Adoption World you lose every bit of freedom you ever had.Social workers want to know every little detail about your past life pre children .If you have been through the mill in relationships , infertility and family issues they want it all , every little bit of the gruesome details .Many times you will find yourself reliving the pain of every failed pregnancies or failed IVF treatment .No there is no freedom in Adoption.
The Happy day arrives and you are accepted by the panel who now also know every little detail of your sad little life and it dosnt stop there as your details are passed on to every hopeful Adoption Agency you approach regarding finding your little family .
Never mind ,once the children arrive you can get on with your proper job and finally have the freedom of not being branded childless .
The children are now with you , the dream of Freedom now a distant memory .
No longer is your time yours , no longer can you walk out the door with your mobile phone and your keys just for company .
Life is now a juggling act ,a military operation and if there is a change of any arranged plans , a war zone of screaming children hellbent in showing you every little bit of the pain they are carrying in their little souls .
Ah but wait ,the Social workers are now gone you scream with delight ! Wrong you still only have looked after children ,months of stress awaiting the Adoption hearing and assessing your ability to parent the children is still on the agenda .
Finally you rejoice the making of your family is now complete , grasping that certificate you can finally breathe .You are free you are a family at last .
Next day reality sets in , You now hold the certificate but the problems are still there .RAD doesn't dissapear with the signing of the judges pen . Contact issues still exist , Loss is highlighted they now have new parents and they cannot live with their siblings anymore .Where is the freedom in that ?I
As the years go by , time is taken up with weekly therapy , school meetings and fighting to get support.Holidays take a different meaning with Adopted children , no longer are you free to relax and let your troubles melt .No they come with you !
Time goes by and the children grow up into young adolesants , boys , drink and drugs and the freedom of a whole nights sleep replaced with anxiety and ear strain , and the boundaries you worked so hard to place shattered as they force their new found independence and well chosen peers upon you .
Finally they fly the nest and a little glimmer of the effects of your parenting starts to shine through ,they come to you for advice , a place to cry and offload their early adult problems . They return to their roots and reconnect with their siblings and birth parents ,a period where freedom from stress and sleepless nights is a normal every day occurrence .
Thankfully we survived Adoption , both our girls have come such a long way .Amy turned 21 last week and parents Georgia with confidence and love .Lauren has got a nice new job and has her old sparkle back so for the time being , I really do feel that I am getting a bit of freedom back into my life and much as Iove spending time with Georgia , I also enjoy handing her back to her mum .
I end this post with not a glimmer of guilt at not being the perfect Grandmother , Adopttion is tough ,coming through it in one piece and surviving it takes a long , long time .
I am going to enjoy every little bit of the freedom I waited so many years to reclaim ,For that I offer no appology .
Many of you will relate to what I have mentioned in my writting , I wish you all the Hope of Freedom , it will come eventually , just hold that thought .
Thursday, 20 March 2014
it's been a little while since I have published a post.This weeks Adoption Social topic was recipes .I thought about what that title means to me regarding Adoption .
I tried to recall favourite recipes the girls liked and all I could think about was the control battles over food at mealtimes and the teenage years when they refused to eat anything I prepared .
Lauren still very rarely will eat a meal with us and she has been back at home for eight months .I used to take it personally but now I know it is a means of control and even now Lauren still has to always be in charge especially when food is concerned .
In December we took a young person in to our home . The nice thing is when I bake or make meals she loves to eat them .After over fifteen years with my girls it is a relief to have somebody living with us who will actually eat my food .
Incase any of you were thinking that they might have been trying to tell me something , I can inform you I come from a family of amazing cooks and I am trained in patisserie and confectionary .
I also have vivid memories of baking days with the girls in the kitchen , The picture of a yummy mummy in a Cath Kidston Flower adorned apron was as far from the real scene as you could get .
I wrestled with two power crazy siblings determined to get every little bit of my attention to themselves and Woh behold the child who was in charge of the wooden spoon . Baking sweet delights in our kitchen was not on the agenda .Our projects were often abandoned due to meltdown of either girl and I ended up wondering who actually was the adult in the kitchen as I quickly dissolved into an emotional wreck .
Eventually I found separate baking days with the girls was the only way forward and even then due to Amy's attention levels resembling that of a Knat , I was often left knee deep in Sponge mix as she stormed off to her next drama.
Cooking at school was also an experience in our house , I remember very clearly Amy's GCSE Food Technology antics .
Cheesecake . Gosh cooking had changed since my Home Economics day 's .I could not get my head around why making a cheesecake every week with varying ingredients of differing fat and sugar levels would give my daughter experience in her future domestic life in the real world .
Regardless of my fury over this , my angst at being handed the list of ingredients at 8.30am on the day required was often enough to drive me to breaking point.
I was seen at the schol gates at break time pushing the dreaded cheesecake ingredients through the school gates as even though I threatened there would be no cheesecake today I couldn't quite ever carry my angst out and leave Amy the only child with no ingredients .
Never mind, you are all thinking we would have lovely deserts to consume at tea time .I am saddened to say a complete cheesecake never quite made it home intact and believe me there were many of them over that GCSE time !!!!!On the positive Amy passed her GCSE with flying colours .
Regardless of my lack of happy memories of cooking with the girls , I do believe there are certain ingredients required for a successful Adoption,
A sense of humour
Most of all , you will need an inner belief that you will make a difference in these children's lives .
It may take time but as the years go by with a lot of unconditional love you will see a light at the end of that very long tunnel .
What ever recipe it takes to make your family work , handle it with Love and Respect , Bake it till secure and well formed and relish in the knowledge and words of the great Helen Keller.
Alone we can do so little ; Together we can do so much - Helen Keller.
Tuesday, 11 February 2014
Today is Safer Internet day . As an Adoptive parent I wanted to draw attention to the vulnerability of the internet for children who have suffered early life trauma .When we adopted our girls sixteen years ago the popularity of mobile phones was only just starting ,in fact during our placement we purchased our first phone between us !!!!!!!! That would be unheard of in our house now .
Who would have thought that technology would have moved at the speed it has .Who would have thought we would witness children as young as five with their own phones!
As my girls were growing up ,pester power began and eventually we gave in and Christmas and Birthdays changed from Barbie and Polly Pocket to arguments about the latest electronic equipment.
Initially they were more of a status symbol to keep up with their peers but eventually the introduction of BBM and Facebook we noticed a change in the way the girls used their phones and computer .
Lauren was able to multi tax at a speed that enabled her to convince us she was doing homework but was holding a large line of online friends on hold .On looking over her shoulder I then came across a language I could not understand and believe me I tried . The computer at that time was a family computer and we monitored time spent , but the girls were so fast and so techno Savy that we soon got left behind .
We soon began to lose control on their online social lives and resorted to communicating on the dangers .
We were often involved in incidents when arguments got out of hand with friends and a barrage of nasty exchanges would end up with parent interaction and grounding .
As Lauren got older it became fashionable to take pictures with friends pouting in less than appropriate clothing , it became hard to keep tract off as they were all doing it .
The incident which I believe taught Lauren the best lesson on the danger of the Internet was when during a sleepover with a friend a picture of a boys attire was forwarded to them as a trade for a topless picture of Lauren .
The problem escalated when her friend told the boy my daughter had posted the picture .
In revenge Lauren's picture was sent to the boys contact list and as you can imagine this then escalated virally .
Unaware of this teenage game , I was very surprised to receive a call from the school advising me that there was a picture of Lauren inappropriately dressed .I explained to the teacher that this modelling behaviour was something I was aware of and I would try my best to get the message across.
When Amy got home , I discussed the phonecall with her . I was completely shocked when she announced that Lauren actually had no top on !!!!!!
Lauren suffered the backlash from this incident . It was interesting the boys didn't give her as hard a time as the girls in her school where she became the brunt of their nasty female teenage tongues.
This was not a good time for Lauren and going to school became very hard .
As I knew the incident would blow over and Lauren learnt a very important lesson on the danger of displaying her body on the net .
We were lucky ,we communicated openly on the dangers of what she had done and she was able to learn from it . Many others are not able to communicate with their parents and become insulated and withdrawn . The incident could have ended in a much different way with the bullying and shame leading my child to self harm or even end her life .
We had many issues during the girls early teenage years ,and we were amazed at the number of young boys who see phonographic material as the norm ,ironically this leaves young girls with low self esteem as they view images of airbrushed adult bodies and leaves the young man thinking that this is what he has to conquer to get to manhood.
Facebook enabled the girls to contact their older siblings which resulted in a return to the birth family by Amy at just 17 and their was nothing we could actually do .
My girls are now 19 & 20 and the teenage crazes are now in the past .
Amy still posts every mood and event she experiences on a daily basis .Like most parents she does post pictures of her daughter but believe me I have made it very clear that their are no sweet little naked bath pictures as I have seen posted many times by people , naive of the damage this may cause now and in the future.
Technology is here to stay and as Adoptive parents you have to be hyper aware of the vunerability of the children you have taken in to your lives . It is a well known fact that children with Attatchment issues don't make friends easily and an escape to cyber world can give them a network of so called friends often as vunerable as them . (Like attracts like ,believe me ) .
It's very easy for a birth parent or sibling to pose as a prospective new friend under a new name .(Lauren's birth dad tried to do this through somebody else's page )
We have survived the ups and downs of the growth of the internet , and I personally couldn't live with out my friend Mr Google .
I still point out dangers to the the girls but they are now adults and it is now their job to make sure their children stay safe .
I somehow fear that this will be something that will be way out of any parents control by the time this generation reach puberty .Being aware and keeping ahead of what is trending in our children's lives will enable us to hang on just a bit longer by that rapidly disappearing privilege of knowing our children lives inside out .
Wednesday, 5 February 2014
I'm feeling the need to blog tonight .I recognise how much my blog has evolved since I began it a year ago .I initially started it to offload and reflect how much my experience of Adoption over the last sixteen years had effected me .
I also felt it would be useful for many of you struggling in the earlier stages to see that there is a light at the far distant end of the tunnel .
I started off sharing my story and found the process very cathartic .Blogging has helped me to see that a lot of my experiences although painful have been worth while .I was able to see how far my girls had come and how close we had bonded as a family and grown as individuals .
It allowed me to share my feelings with my girls and they have enjoyed reading about memories which were often so clouded by there trauma that they had forgotten or blocked those earlier years with us .
I think what I had underestimated was the effect connecting with other bloggers and receiving feedback on my writings would have on me .
Many adoptive parents , adoptees , and care leavers are still really struggling to make sense of the experiences they are going through and struggling coming to terms with the lack of support and help they have received over the years.
Many young care leavers find themselves after years in the care system unable to hold down jobs , relationships and quickly fall into a life of crime ,or drugs and alcohol dependency .
Having adopted two children from a very large family group ,I realise how hard it is to break the cycle of
years of trauma , abuse and alcohol and drugs dependency .
We have worked hard to install in our girls that it would be very easy for them to fall into a life of addiction due to family history .Both Amy and Lauren can see the traits they both have ,they can see how they have a tendency to sabotage and if things are not going well in their lives still have a tendency to dump their xxxx on us .
As their Adoptive parents , I see the importance of being their as a committed parent to carry on supporting them now they are in adulthood .I believe that is the secret of Adoption .
Adoption is a life long commitment . I step back when things are running smoothly but as soon as they are not coping , letting their appearance slip or not wanting to get up and go to work I am there just like ai always was when they were small children .
I believe as a society we have to realise that looking after a child in care is not just something that we do until they reach 18 . A support package has to be put in place to help these young people cope once the protection of socia services deminiches .
Amy and Lauren have just been back for another birth family visit ,although it went very well and they loved seein Kirsty and her six children .
What was more apparent was the effect a life in care has had on their other siblings .The two older children who stayed in fostercare until 18 both have drug problems and mental health issues ,they needed far more than a roof over there heads until they reached adulthood .
I remember their foster carers very words during a contact visit ,she announced " you've got yours for life , I ve only got them until 18 " Where was her long term support ? I question whether money was her main driver .
The girls also have an older sister who has had many children who eventually have ended up being taken into care .Recently she spent time in Rehab and did very well whilst she was getting support but shortly after leaving ,yet another of her children was taken away from her.
The most difficult incident that they experienced during their visit and I personally find very hard to understand Is that their sister is pregnant yet again . Although allowed to carry this child to full term under the influence of drugs and drink she will not be allowed to see or keep her child .
Decisions for the future of yet another child are being made ,to protect their long term well being .
This child may become one of the very few babies that becomes available for Adoption .
Prospective parents will feel excited that they are getting an undamaged child ! Will they know that the child's birth mother may already be putting her child of drug dependency or even foetal alcohol syndrome ?
Will they know enough about the family history or genetic addictive behaviours ?
Dont get me wrong as I know about mums history , I do have compassion as history is repeating itself and this continual self sabotage is tragic .
What I don't understand , Is , When are we going to learn that every child is an individual ? support given needs to be the right type or we are just throwing yet more public money down the drain .
When are we going to open our eyes ? and see that healing complex early trauma is a life long task and family traits and history must be included when putting these support packages together .
I know I sound cynical but this last year has made me see how important it is that the government put their money where their mouth is and provide Adoptive parents with the support they require to do the hardest, most important job they will ever do .
A year on I realise I am not frightened to speak up and say how complex Adoption can be and my original aim of telling my story had changed to pioneering for us all to wake up and face the true picture
of what is going on in the real world of Adoption .
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