Today I got a phone call from my social worker. We did the "hi, how are you?" thing back and forth and then I was expecting her to ask me something that we'd forgotten from our 3 month placement evaluation. Nope. She was actually calling at Holt's request...because apparently they had been reading my blog lately and were "concerned". Because I'm brilliant I deduced that they were not concerned about my
goals for the year or my
hair related research. Again using my thinking cap I figured that they were "concerned" about
this post where I fail to blow sunshine up your skirt about how roses have been falling from the sky since our adoption.
I heard a journalist on a commercial for CNN (maybe?) say something that reminded me of myself and my
hard-hitting journalistic blog. Apparently his favorite quote is, "I don't give people hell. I tell them the truth and they think it's hell." Harry Truman apparently is the original source, but you can go ahead and credit me if you want.
So, after some awkward laughter on my part for being "tattled on" to my social worker and knowing that my agency and now my social worker are reading my blog. I started to wonder how Holt found my blog. Clearly, it's public, I get that. I don't care that it was "found". Heck, I'm HAPPY that they're reading it. I recommend that they don't miss this post where I talk about
our overall experience. I doubt that they're reading everyone's blog who works with them. I'm pretty sure they have better things to do than that. If not, I have some suggestions where time could be better spent. Sure, someone who works there
could just spend their evenings reading adoption blogs, but it seems like that'd be like being a mother by day and then moonlighting as a mother for another family in the evenings. Wouldn't you just want a break? I've come to the conclusion that the most likely way that they found out about my
diagnosis and
living with it is that one of my fellow Holt families read my blog post and decided without talking to me that they needed to report me to my agency
without talking to me.
I find this to be a little irksome. A) It put me in a weird position and B) if you think I have a problem I just think you should talk to ME about it. If you talk to me about it and you still think I have an unacknowledged issue then you can go and
tell mommy talk to my agency. I did have several people who contacted me out of love and concern to see if they could help, if I needed anything, etc. I think that's great. I think it's touching and I love that we can form a community online in that way. I know it wasn't one of those people because I've talked to all of them.
I just want to be very clear. I am completely aware that we have some issues in our house. Not a newsflash to me. I do think that if you've been reading my blog for any length of time you'll realize that we are ACTIVELY working on improving things. We are attending attachment therapy, I am on
medication, I am working with our social worker, I am
reading books like a maniac to find new ways of coping. I'm not sure what else there is that I can do. Maybe if we had talked about this then you could have given me your ideas because I would have gladly listened.
I also understand that my post was a little dark.That's how I felt. My dear husband informed me that it was a little Slyvia Plath-esque. This blog is absolutely a release valve for me and I've been told by both my social worker and two attachment therapists that it is a
healthy release (so there!) and so when I come on here and freak out I need you (whoever you are) to take it as a mom with an attachment challenged child who is also two years old and has a one and three year old sibling and is having a bad day. Maybe it's very bad, but we all have them.
I had a perfectly nice conversation with my social worker. I like my social worker...who now reads my blog. (Hi, social worker!) We talked about the hard time we've been having recently and what we're doing to address it.
ATTENTION
TATTLE-TALE READER, I WILL UPDATE YOU ON OUR PROGRESS TOMORROW. REST ASSURED THAT WE ARE ALL FINE.
The rest of the weirdness happened after my husband got home. We were getting dinner ready and he oh so casually mentions that he got a phone call from Holt (a message since he was at work) making sure that he was aware of my "depression" and that he knew about the things I was posting on my blog.
Really? Are we playing tiptoe around the crazy lady?
I was home all the blessed day long and Holt never tried to get in contact with ME. Maybe they didn't want to push me over the edge, maybe there was just an honest mixup about which phone number was our home number.
It all just weirded me out.
It was a gloomy post, I get it. I do. And, I
am giving everyone the benefit of the doubt that whatever actions they took in this weirdo scenario were done with the best of intentions. But really, we're talking about trying to parent a child who is attachment-challenged. I have two other small children. In light of everything that I've got going on I don't think my post was that far out there.
I mean, sure, I'm crazy, don't know what I'm talking about and I need to be handled very delicately like a little princess flower, but besides that
WE. ARE. ALL. FINE.