Part One… a year after his first preliminary diagnosis…what I
gained.
So, this I knew the answer...
I knew my answer... for me on November 23rd, 2019.
However, not theirs’...the children.
The question was, how were the children going to mourn
another loss? They never knew their biological parents...so now what? One
of another set of parents was dying right before their eyes...
Recently, I explained this double to quadruple abandonment
phenomena to a friend in the medical field and a couple relatives over phone
conversations. To some, it was to help them understand what their
children were going through in this time of COVID when parents get divorced,
move to a new town, and the like. Currently, there truly has been more of a
hindrance because of COVID.
Parents must learn this. Even parents of young adults
in college. Very few young adults understand fully the ramifications of various
forms of abandonment, and their effects on them and others. I’ve spoken with enough
well-educated parents who were unaware of why their child may be acting out, appearing
overly distracted when that was not an apparent problem before. It is due to how
their world and ours has drastically changed. From what we perceived to be some
certainty to almost none at all. Or perhaps, the certainty of struggle when the
old struggles are replaced with others raising the bar on compartmentalizing,
distinguishing action reaction, old lonely feelings to new.
My father-in-law Herbie used to say, "Stress, you can't live with it. You can't live without it." I concur, truly stress can and will kill you. However, if you learn to adapt with each stressor, it may become and quite often can become the secret to your success. I'm no pro at this. Yet, others have inquired of me. My answer from reading books on abandonment before my husband and I adopted our first child, along with observations of our two daughters over time. What rang true, was that children want to know who they can trust. Children want to know, ‘Will we still love them’? Are they loveable? Or, will we parents just leave with either little or no warning?
Twenty years ago, Tom Fleming my running coach who had dubbed me "The Rainman" in 1995, then five years later in the summer of 2000, he dubbed me "The Chameleon". Reason being, was I was willing myself to overcome nerve damage in my right leg since an incident in 1991. I refused to quit. When everyone thought I was down, I was up. Or so it seemed. I fake adaptation till I achieve it. That is what I do. I started this game as a child. I knew I was always down... physically that is... as well as learning disabilities... yet, I have my mind, my soul and life sprinkled with a knowing of my higher Source. That's where mine began.
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