Monday, March 22, 2010

RAD In Action

Most of the world never experiences whet we did when we came home from our trip. I wish they could just one time, then just maybe there would be a better understanding of what it is like to live with a kid who has reactive attachment disorders. We had gotten home far past bedtime so we did not get the kids up but I know Hanna was up as her light was on and she was doing her singing and bouncing around thing in her room. When the kids got up the next morning and discovered that we were home they all had different reactions. All of them were appropriate except for that of the kid who has RAD.

Lauren asked about our trip, who won the baseball game, and said that she had missed us.

Allen gave me a great big hug, kept messing with my hair and saying "hi Mom". I know he was happy that we were home.

Paul was so excited that he did not know what to do. He could not decide whether to be Mom`s boy or Dad`s buddy so he just went back and forth and chattered and chattered the whole morning through.

Hanna never said anything to anyone, not hi , not how are you, I missed you, not a thing, she just plopped her behind on the beanbag in our bedroom and started screaming very loudly, "I want to watch cartoons" oh she used a few, or more like a lot of unacceptable language here, and given the way she was behaving she was going to lose watching TV for the entire day so it did not matter how much of a tantrum she was putting on. Around her everyone else was enjoying being together.

It is at these times that you can really tell that there is something very wrong with this kid. She really could care less if any of us were here for her or not. All that matters to her is getting what she wants, when she wants it and if someone happens to be in her way so be it, they will just get hurt in the process.

1 comment:

  1. I hear you, boy do I hear you. I wish there were real answers to helping our kids, at times it really does seem hopeless. Even though our girls have gotten "better", the disattachment is still there and prevalent. It makes more sad than anything else.