God Bless All of Us Dealing with Challenging Families
Sunday, December 25, 2011
I wasn't trained to be a social worker. Maybe I should have done that instead of become a computer programmer.
I'm upstairs hiding and taking a short break, gathering strength to go back downstairs and be cheerful.
No, I'm not complaining, just trying to cope and help a situation not get worse.
My 40 yo stepdaughter is having a melt down in the kitchen because her father sliced the ham too thickly. She is screaming and out of control. I've wondered many times if she has borderline asperger's. She's not a nasty person and in fact, when we open gifts, hers will be the most thoughtful.
My 30 yo daughter with a brain injury just called -- she doesn't know where she is -- she's safe and with her dad, but she forgot. I've calmed her down.
I'm a bit down because my 32 yo is married to a Brit, living 6 hours away across the ocean. But she sent me the most wonderfully crafted gift. I love it.
Sometimes this place feels like a group home that I'm ill equipped to be managing. I would never have picked social work for a career, yet here I go, back downstairs, to make sure the situation doesn't get any worse.