For the last two weeks in a row, our therapist has cancelled.
Last week, it was because the therapist was sick. This week, it's because she realized we've run out of authorized sessions, so she has to contact the powers-that-be to get authorization for more time.
Danielle has been disappointed that our sessions have been cancelled. I've been a little concerned about the lack of sessions, but it's happened to work out that other things have popped up that would have conflicted, so it's probably just as well.
Fortunately for a all of us, Danielle has been going through a period of decent behavior. It's nice to be able to catch my breath. It's nice not to be moving from crisis to crisis to crisis. Things have been so peaceful around these parts that I've actually had time to spend with my parrots, and to sit down and read.
Reading? I never get to do that. In fact, I'd be hard-pressed to tell you the last time I've been able to sit down and read a book that wasn't work-related before now.
I am thinking it might have been Girl's Guide to Homelessness, ages and ages ago.
So it's incredibly nice to have a break from the tantrums, rages, and defiance. Of course as nice as it feels for us, it has to feel good to the kid, as well. I can't imagine that toting all that rage and violence around feels very enjoyable.
Still, I find that I can't fully relax. As good as things are, there's a part of me that feels like I have to keep my guard up. I feel like I am walking on eggshells, because at some point I'm going to inadvertently say or do the wrong thing, and Danielle will explode all over us. It would be nice to be able to think, "Hey, we are finally past all of this," and move on.
But it's not that easy or simple.
In the past, when we'd fall into these quiescent periods, we'd optimistically think, "Hooray! Things have finally started to turn the corner." Unfortunately, it seemed as if the mere thought was enough to trigger the next explosion. Every time we started to feel or act like we were a "normal" family, we would be paid back with explosions, temper tantrums and threats.
So we don't try to pretend we are normal, anymore.
Over the past few weeks, the realization that I can't fix my kid is becoming clearer and clearer. I can't change her, nor can I make her do what I want. Instead, I've been focusing my attention on other things. I've been pursuing hobbies, which I haven't done in years, and putting my energy into the things in my life that I can change.
All of these have nothing to do with my kid.
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