Tag: reactive attachment disorder
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A Masterpiece
“You’ll never guess what happened to me today! I was raped!” She said this gleefully. “But they gave me a shot in the leg so I don’t get HIV and a pill so I want to move on.” “But I thought you went off birth control because you wanted to make babies with Joe (fake…
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Adoption Madness (a brief fast forward)
M could be pregnant. Left to her own devices in the past we’ve found her dressed in wild princess outfits talking to herself in front of a neighbor’s farm on a blind curve in the road where people speed without thinking. At the village school she attended, she used to wear such outlandish outfits that…
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Rescue From the Cuckoo’s Nest (pt.7)
“I may be a lost cause, but I thought if you loved me, it needn’t matter.” John Osborne M didn’t make contact with us for the next two weeks. By now M’s sisters were on the fast track to adoption. We could have jumped ship at this point. Her worker told us that she had…
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Rescue From the Cuckoo’s Nest (pt. 4)
M’s issues as noted by the experts at the time: ADHD, PTSD, mild cognitive “delays.” Because we were only foster parents, we had no access to her previous medical or psychiatric records. We were completely dependent on the overworked social services and foster care agency staff. Things were hinted at or misrepresented or just misremembered.…
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Rescue from the Cuckoo’s Nest: Foster Care Issues
“What the fuck you looking at, bitch?” she said as if she didn’t know me. I could feel the habitual half smile of my mouth, a smile practiced but not fully comfortable, a smile that made my face ache, but one that had come into use when a pleasant veneer was needed. The actual rage…
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Attachment Issues
Every single grace comes to the soul through prayer. Saint Faustina A mentally ill child tried to kill me this year — more than once. I knew she was serious by the hollow look in her dark eyes. I now know that the local sheriff is a history buff because he’s visited the house more…
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Anne with an “E” and the Reality of Orphans
We all have something of the orphan in us. Rejection, loneliness and the bleak reality that we die alone color some of our darker imaginings. I’ve a soft spot for fictional orphans. As a writer I collect broken people. I give them homes in MY BOOKS. They tend to wreak havoc. The same is true…
Adrienne Morris