Hello again everyone.
First, I want to say what happened with Mudd seriously affected li'l one in that she completely retreated from everything this past week. No temper tantrums, no tears, nothing. Utter silence. That is so not a good sign on many fronts. You see, she was just beginning to become more vocal and playful and letting me know what she needed - and I was getting it. Up until last week, it's been quite an interesting/joyful/excruciating journey in teeny weeny baby steps. I'll take those!
Then Mudd. And so, the silence began once again.
While I've been reading everyone's posts, I didn't feel safe enough to write on the open forum. And, certainly not li'l one. If the adult can't figure out what's what and who's who, how on earth is she supposed to figure it out? I felt I sorely failed her.
This brings me to this weekend. After what happened with my adoptive parents last night, I decided to take a chance and come back and share with the people who HAVE been trustworthy and extremely caring of both of us.
To make a very long story short, after my brother died, it's only been my parents and I. A nucleus of three. Up until this past Jan, we were extremely close. What changed? Unfortunately I had to take the steps necessary to have my dad examined by a medical professional for his short-term memory loss. This also meant him losing his license, albeit temporarily. My mom doesn't drive, so he's their wheels to independence. They're both 87.
I thought I was being the responsible (and loving and caring) daughter by taking those steps. I was concerned not only for their driving safety but everyone else's. What I didn't anticipate was my mom's vicious backlash. Suffice it to say, I did not feel safe by the time I left their apartment that day after mom confronted me. Who is this woman??? It was a side I had never, ever seen before.
It has taken me (and li'l one) many months to adjust to this new way of being. But we've also learned how to stand on our own two feet. T has been a godsend, especially given the fact she also adopted her daughter at a few months old.
This all brings me to last night's call from mom. She wanted to know if, because I haven't been calling as much, I still wanted to be listed in their wills, etc. She also wanted to know if I would be able to handle any medical emergencies where they're concerned or if I'd start drinking again.
She then when on to ask if alcoholism was ever discussed in my therapy. If so, then the answer is yes. This is news to me. As I've written elsewhere on the forum, they've always told me both my parents were killed in a car accident, that I went to an orphanage at six months old until I was about two and a half, a young couple tried to adopt me for 6 months then took me back and and then I came home with them. Mom said she never, ever told me that. That she never would. The "new" story now is this: My biological mother was extremely young and was married to a musician and they both drank. They supposedly left me at the hospital when I was born because they couldn't care for me. Apparently, I was put in six foster homes and was possibly abused in one or more of them. I only went to the orphanage because no other foster home would take me because I was too hard to handle.
To say I feel utterly and totally confused about my beginnings would be a gross understatement. She obviously has no idea how this messes with someone's head. It's even more apparent to me I cannot believe word one of what she says.
Again, I'm sorry for the length of this but I decided to come and share this with people Big Kid has come to trust these past few months. Because it felt good to be able to finally do that, I do not want to shut down altogether yet again. Please be gentle. How do li'l one and I deal with all this?
A totally confused Kid