Sunday, December 8, 2019

21 Lessons

21 lessons I’ve learned from Teale, in honor of her 21st Birthday tomorrow;
1- Patience, I think I was patient before having her, but not like I am now.
2-This too will pass. Most behaviors, tough times, medical issues get solved or at least become more stable.
3- Her community of people contains some of the most wonderful humans in the world. I was not connected to the special needs community, before Teale, as I am now. I can’t imagine life without the people she brought me.
4- Brain damage does not mean the same to me. I now understand the brain has the ability to overcome & heal much. It is miraculous how giving Teale all the experiences we could, may or may not have changed her outcome. I often debate if she would have done as well in another family. My answer is no, I believe our family (including the extended family & all the people who touch her life) was who she needed.
5- Letting go, I’ve let go of much over the years. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes I ache. There is too much to name, but those who knew me before Teale, know many of the losses.
6- Work does not always mean having a paying job. I’ve been a caretaker much of the 21 years, jobs have come and gone, but Teale’s care has always remained a constant. It is the one job I could never put a salary to.
7- I have allowed people to help me. In the beginning I often said I was fine or I tried to do it all on my own. Now I graciously accept help and then pay it forward, when I’m in a better place.
8- Kindness gets you more. When I’ve been in situations which are unfair or challenge me, staying calm & forgiving helps me to get what we need.
9- The squeaky wheel phrase really does work. I have needed to advocate for help and or change, multiple times, before it happens. People are flawed, they forget, they don’t call you back, they don’t follow through. Forgiveness & moving forward is more productive than being angry and sitting in disappointment.
10- Having a good partnership with Teale’s team is worth the effort. When people feel valued and appreciated, they take better care of my daughter.
11-Many of the things I thought were important at the beginning of this journey, are not. I no longer stress all the things I thought Teale would overcome. Letting go of losses gives me more peace.
13- Mental stability is one of the most difficult things to help a person achieve. I think I used to believe mental illness was solved easily by taking medications & working on your attitude. Mental illness is far more complicated than I knew. I am lucky the things I have lived and struggle in, have not destroyed me and caused debilitating mental health challenges.
14- Medicine trials are TOUGH! Each person reacts differently & getting the balance right is almost impossible in a person that can not verbalize the abstract feelings inside them.
15- Coloring in the lines is a ridiculous expectation and activity. I no longer care much about academics for Teale.  She needs hands on, life experiences. Who cares if she can color inside the lines or complete a worksheet?
16- People are good. There are those who judge but the majority of people love and care. The amount of support is far greater than the amount of judgement.
17- The more I share, the more people understand & learn. I have been an open book since the beginning and the number of people who reach out to me is incomprehensible. Many appreciate that they are not alone & others appreciate the insight into a life they don’t experience.
18- It’s easy to judge a situation from the outside. Others not knowing the whole story, is something we live. So when something happens, that I don’t understand, I try to remember I don’t know all of the history or sides to a situation. Judgement is unproductive. Compassion & understanding brings us together as a caring community.
19- Trauma is impactful on our lives. It is only recently coming to light how trauma hurts and changes a spirit. My family has faced much over the 21 years, as both individuals & as a group, we often try to use humor to get through it. But the truth is, we suffer from the experiences we have lived & the triggers are real. We can’t just squash those feelings or they come out in other ways. I personally need to write, talk & share, to work through my traumas. Otherwise I hurt too much.
20- Sharing our journey has connected us in ways I never could have imagined. I am “real” with much of our life. That being said, I do not share all the pain & joy we live. When Teale was younger, a friend said ~ People only see a snippet of your life & think they understand. What they don’t get is all the depth of the joys & the pain.
21- LOVE is the greatest lesson I have learned. To stay connected to my faith, to my God and to my husband has brought me through more than I could have ever imagined.

Sunday, June 30, 2019

Without Family...

Teale & I were sitting at a light yesterday & an older man crossed the road in front of us. His shoes were much too big, his clothes didn't fit well, he looked like he had lived a hard life as he shuffled across the street. I could instantly tell this man had some special needs & my mind raced to that dark place, what would Teale do without family to care for her? Where would she be?
Then Teale, with much compassion & concern said ~ "What happened to him? Where he going?"
I responded with what I thought she needed to hear, but knew in my heart, might be a lie ~ "He's ok, he's going home to his family."
She needed me to say this a few times before she was satisfied & tears filled my eyes, as I lied to her, wondering if that man had a family.
I love Teale's compassion, it's so raw & unfiltered, wouldn't the world be a beautiful place if we all cared like my daughter does & acted on that care...

This is an older Facebook post, that I thought was worth sharing & elaborating on.

Our fears of Teale being alone in the world are many. We know Beau, our son, loves her. We hope he will be sure she’s safe and taken care of when we are gone. Our daughter, Gwenn, has said Teale is Beau’s job. She and Teale have a very strained relationship. Years of Teale treating Gwenn badly has beaten down whatever relationship they had. As little girls, they were very sweet at times, Gwenn understood from a very young age, she was the protector. Gwenn cared about Teale and tried to be her friend. Sometimes their love and silliness was my biggest joy. But, Teale’s mood disorder caused her to snap often and fear would take over. Her rages were dangerous and scary, Gwenn needed protection from the very beginning of her life. Bringing Gwenn home to Teale and all the explosive behavior Teale had just started displaying, was a frightening experience. Their relationship has been a roller coaster and even as Teale has gotten easier, Gwenn has dug in her heels and won’t even try. My heart hurts for the little girl who loved her sister. I remember all the times this went awry when Gwenn was small and wanted to play with Teale. I still hope for a change in how they interact but until Gwenn decides she wants the relationship, it will never be. So, that leaves Beau. Beau says he will take care of Teale. He jokes about them hanging together and I pray his life keeps him close so he always knows Teale. I’m sure I’ve written about the fear of “when we are gone,” several times. It is the one fear I play over and over again. I once heard our community is the only one that thinks the child passing before us might be more peaceful. It’s a horrific thing to admit, but it goes through my head... I just would hope to not be long here without her, if that were to happen, because no parent should bury their child...  

Sunday, June 23, 2019

A Lost Year

I haven't blogged in forever. I need to blog to stay mentally healthy. It helps me to release and it is part of me. I am inherently a creative soul, be it in words or in another way. When I squelch my need to create, I feel "off." The want to write hasn't been gone all this time, it just wasn't the time or I didn't take the time. Time rules us. We don't always do certain things that we have the desires to do, because something else, more pressing wins our energies.
I have been working at my first “desk job” ever, the last year. The job has taken a lot of getting used to. I have never had a job that wasn’t “just” hands on. For this job I have paperwork and notes to write. I think it’s sort of taken the joy out of writing. It’s as if the spark of God that made me want to blog is gone, but I’m going to try to be more aware of this. I’m going to try to push through and see if the feeling of God in me, can be rejuvenated. It’s that feeling of Him writing through me, that makes writing so very easy for me. When I write, I feel the words pour out of me like an out of body experience. I believe I have used my personal Facebook page as a release. If I do nothing about sharing my thoughts “on paper,” I can not move on easily. So here goes it, welcome back to our lives...