Name changed because I'm scared.
A 7yo child was placed with me a while ago and I am very worried that I am in the process of ruining our lives.
I'm doing all the parenting things, such as food, clothes, play, doctor, dentist, reading, bath+bed and so on, but I'm doing them because that's what I've agreed to do. I don't feel anything. I don't care. I am happy for the kid when things go well but I take no joy in it myself. The child is likeable enough: bright, pleasant, fairly well-mannered, biddable, feisty, the usual 7yo mischief but nothing awful. Yet... there are lots of likeable people in whom I have no interest beyond a general hope for their future wellbeing.
The adoption team said that they wouldn't place a child on a Friday afternoon or Saturday morning because they don't want to pitch the new family straight into a weekend, yet they decided that the child would have five weeks off school so that we could get to know each other and develop routines - this for a child who loves school. I was told to avoid too many new things/places/people, so we've just been together solidly for several weeks, with only a few visits and meetings. It's stupidly difficult to make new 7yo friends in Jan/Feb when you're not at school, and to develop new routines without a major - the major? - routine of childhood to work around.
I'm coping very badly with the noise and the lack of personal solitude. I knew that solitude and quiet would become distant memories, of course, but I thought that I would manage, that I would get by. I'm doing neither. The noise shatters me, and at night I have dreams of terrible violence directed at the child.
School has started recently. I had hoped that a few hours of peace and quiet would help me to regain some equilibrium before plunging back in, but it has only made the noise and the in-your-faceness of it all much worse by reminding me of what I miss so much that it hurts my heart.
I try and try to enjoy the child, to enjoy our time together, to develop some affection, some interest, but I just want to walk out of the door into the wind and fresh, clear, blue skies and never come back.
I've spent over two years working for this but no matter how much I wanted it, and how well the vetting went, and how well my supporters thought that I would do, right now it just seems clear to me that I am simply not suited to it.
I can't get a night off - the child can't stay anywhere without me unless all of the adults have CRB checks and, because of the child's age, unless I cultivate the personal friendship of a professional childminder to the point where the child feels at ease with them then I can't use a childminder, either.
I don't feel overwhelmed by responsibility, parenting skills, providing a secure home and so on... I feel overwhelmed by despair. I don't seem to be able to get this across to the adoption team because everything is going so well on the surface. The social workers keep telling me to give it time. How long? How long? When does it move from being a note in their files to being a pressing concern?
We have our next review in a few weeks, but I don't know if I'll cope for that long.
I don't know what I'm asking for, here - ideas, acknowledgement, a good pull-yourself-together, I don't know. I just need to say it out loud (as it were): right now, I want the child to go because I'm terrified that if they stay then I'll only make things so much worse for everyone.
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MrBlueSky · 02/03/2011 22:13
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