dharmaBum
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I'm under an extreme amount of stress, with a drug-addiction/child neglect crisis close friends are going through triggering flooding memories of my own similar experiences as a vulnerable child. Going through the fire of the crisis I remained calm and capable, except that on two crucial occasions my cognitively fatigued brain (from having to process/experience their trauma while simultaneously keeping overwhelm from my own past-trauma at bay) blanked completely on essential details that have impacted the out-of-home placement of my friends children.
Last night though, when it became clear that everything would be in stasis for 30 days, that is when my brain/memories went into overdrive. I noticed this was happening as I tried to sleep in bed with my husband, and also that toxic self-criticism was lying alongside me at a time when I needed comfort, not critiquing.
I tried many things to get out of the flood of memories of so many bad things that have happened to me replaying in detail in my mind:
Now I have a busy day and paper work to do involving my friends who are drug-addicts and their request that I become the temporary non-relative out-of-home placement for their four children ages 1, 4, 6, and 9- against the standard-procedure the state has to place the children with relatives or licensed foster parents (we are not) AND the desires of the grandparents on both sides who are willing to care for some of the children, but that results in close relationships split between households. My friends are asking for this because it is their legal right (even though they created the risk by doing drugs with known addiction-histories and a previous voluntary out-of-home placement for two of the children) to request a placement of their preference AND because they both allege that their respective mothers are mentally unfit caregivers who are not able to treat all children in this highly mixed-parentage sibling set equally lovingly.
The last time I did paperwork on this case, a criminal history background check, I missed half the questions and had to return to the state office to correct the errors, even though I thought I did it right. So that would be the third time that my usually high-functioning cognition has broken down in this setting in the last week. The first was on a phone call when the state was determining if I had a close enough bond with the children for emergency placement- I lapsed in factual memory making a 6 month error in the timeline of our recent interactions and the state determined the bond was not close. Testifying on the stand at the dependency hearing I lapsed again in factual recall, but could see from other's reactions that I had mis-stated the facts and corrected. The question was, "When was the last time you were at the house of the family?" I and my husband had been there 3 times in the last month and half, but I said, "The last time I saw the mother face to face was 8 months ago". I meant, the last time before most recently- but we are talking court here, and they needed to get THE LAST TIME in the record. The real, factual, last time.
UGGGHHHHHH!!! I need some support here! When this same mom was going through drug-use trouble in the past and her children (then two aged 3 and 6) were placed out of the home, I had to decline to help because PTSD from my own involvement as a prior-victim in a criminal child-rape case was totally overwhelming, not to mention all of the child abuse and neglect memories triggered by my concerns (which I reported) about what might be going on for her children. Now they are asking me to help them in a kind of us-vs-the-system battle, a battle which they have a legal right to, but which might be too overwhelming for me to partake in.
I am really glad that my self-care and support is much healthier now. It is compelling and positive that I noticed the flooding and bad thoughts about myself and was able to stop it if even for a while. In the past, before I was aware of my PTSD issues, I would have stayed in bed with continual flooding unable to sleep the whole night trying to figure out each memory and drowning in faulty self-negativism. The hours would have passed like moments and I would be in shock when the sun rose. And then I would have got out of bed, probably had a vomitous headache, and headed to work as a preschool teacher.
Last night though, when it became clear that everything would be in stasis for 30 days, that is when my brain/memories went into overdrive. I noticed this was happening as I tried to sleep in bed with my husband, and also that toxic self-criticism was lying alongside me at a time when I needed comfort, not critiquing.
I tried many things to get out of the flood of memories of so many bad things that have happened to me replaying in detail in my mind:
- Deep breathing
- Taking a bath
- Thinking about something else
- Eye movements with conscious detail recognition
- Analyzing the memories and accompanying emotions for identifiable themes
- Positive focus on a positive childhood memory
- Connecting with others (it was midnight and later- I tried friendly online venues to no avail)
Now I have a busy day and paper work to do involving my friends who are drug-addicts and their request that I become the temporary non-relative out-of-home placement for their four children ages 1, 4, 6, and 9- against the standard-procedure the state has to place the children with relatives or licensed foster parents (we are not) AND the desires of the grandparents on both sides who are willing to care for some of the children, but that results in close relationships split between households. My friends are asking for this because it is their legal right (even though they created the risk by doing drugs with known addiction-histories and a previous voluntary out-of-home placement for two of the children) to request a placement of their preference AND because they both allege that their respective mothers are mentally unfit caregivers who are not able to treat all children in this highly mixed-parentage sibling set equally lovingly.
The last time I did paperwork on this case, a criminal history background check, I missed half the questions and had to return to the state office to correct the errors, even though I thought I did it right. So that would be the third time that my usually high-functioning cognition has broken down in this setting in the last week. The first was on a phone call when the state was determining if I had a close enough bond with the children for emergency placement- I lapsed in factual memory making a 6 month error in the timeline of our recent interactions and the state determined the bond was not close. Testifying on the stand at the dependency hearing I lapsed again in factual recall, but could see from other's reactions that I had mis-stated the facts and corrected. The question was, "When was the last time you were at the house of the family?" I and my husband had been there 3 times in the last month and half, but I said, "The last time I saw the mother face to face was 8 months ago". I meant, the last time before most recently- but we are talking court here, and they needed to get THE LAST TIME in the record. The real, factual, last time.
UGGGHHHHHH!!! I need some support here! When this same mom was going through drug-use trouble in the past and her children (then two aged 3 and 6) were placed out of the home, I had to decline to help because PTSD from my own involvement as a prior-victim in a criminal child-rape case was totally overwhelming, not to mention all of the child abuse and neglect memories triggered by my concerns (which I reported) about what might be going on for her children. Now they are asking me to help them in a kind of us-vs-the-system battle, a battle which they have a legal right to, but which might be too overwhelming for me to partake in.
I am really glad that my self-care and support is much healthier now. It is compelling and positive that I noticed the flooding and bad thoughts about myself and was able to stop it if even for a while. In the past, before I was aware of my PTSD issues, I would have stayed in bed with continual flooding unable to sleep the whole night trying to figure out each memory and drowning in faulty self-negativism. The hours would have passed like moments and I would be in shock when the sun rose. And then I would have got out of bed, probably had a vomitous headache, and headed to work as a preschool teacher.