I was feeling pretty sorry for myself this morning; the cat had kept me up the last two nights and I’d had a difficult weekend with Becky. I’m sure you’re all thinking that we’re comfy, cozy at the condo. Afraid not. We’ve stayed there three nights in the last ten days, and Becky has had six anxiety attacks/meltdowns. Obviously, things are not going well.
The hardest part is getting her to talk and figure out the problem. It’s like pulling teeth, or wrestling a bear. I’d rather have a root canal. Anyhow, Becky has not wanted to go to the day program, she’s yelled at her Dad for no reason, and has been having nightmares. I’ve had her home most of the last two weeks with no support staff and I’m pretty tired. I did not need the emotional stress on top. Too bad.
It appears that Becky just can’t handle the idea of independent living. She thinks she’s going to be left alone, and no amount of persuading will change her mind. I decided that there was no point going to the condo when it made her so unhappy. Let’s face it, this situation was forced on us. We weren’t ready and we didn’t ask for it.
Becky was concerned, and embarrassed, that she had failed. I told her that we learn from failure. Many famous people; inventors, artists, explorers, had to try, and fail, many times before they succeeded. As parents, Becky’s Dad and I could not be prouder. We are separated, but in this we are united. I reminded Becky of the film “Meet The Robinsons” about a family of inventors. When one of their inventions didn’t work, they called it, “a spectacular failure” and the whole family celebrated!
I’d like Becky to worry less about success and more about the trying, because I don’t think anyone could have tried harder. She put her heart and soul into her first attempt at independent living, and that is pretty spectacular!