FullofLove1052
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I am heavily weighing the possibility of distancing myself from her. Against my spouse's wishes and therapist's opinions, I am considering moving out of the main home. It is not conducive to her mental health and well-being or my healing efforts to be around her. I have no idea how living separately and co-parenting are going to work. I have not thought about the logistics. He is against it, so I am sure it will lead to arguments. We have two other children to consider. Isolating her is not the answer. I am not willing to ship her away to some residential treatment facility. Some experts recommend that. It seems counterproductive.
I am not keen on most Attachment Therapy methods. Her therapist is one of the few in the state who can provide the kind she needs. It is DDP or Dyadic Developmental Psychotherapy. I am trying to learn all that I can about this method of treatment. As long as coercion and regressive tactics are not applied, it seems safe. I have thought about limiting my contact with her to the bare minimum, which will be during her therapy and family therapy only. I am only considering that much contact because this model of treatment requires my participation. The presence of the detached parent supposedly helps eliminate the opportunity for the child to manipulate and lie.
She is a complicated case because she is disinhibited. She can fool even the best. This is why the family therapist and her teacher have not picked up on anything. She comes off as being together and well-adjusted. She knows what to say, how to act, and even what to do in social settings to appear normal. Every so often her true colours will show, but she has trained herself to stay calm. The forced affection towards me was not to alarm people. The first 50 of 140 minutes involved trying to break through the composed image she was presenting. It took making her mad to get her to express any kind of emotion. There was a cooling off period before she was even willing to talk again.
Attachment Disorders can be gotten over, but not without years of intensive therapy. I suppose that is why her therapist is increasing the length of her sessions. She will now be going in two hour increments every week. Starting on 23 June, the family will be partaking in morning sessions of therapy with her in three hour increments for 10 days. We agreed to do it because that is during her term break. I was not taking her out of school on some type of medical leave.
I blame myself for this. The only positive is he stopped me from doing what I had originally planned. Thank you, Jesus, for him blocking the whole co-parent/co-primary BS. It is a great thing that he stopped me from bouncing our children in between homes. If I had done that, she would have no bond with him either. At least she is capable of love and being close to people. She loves him, her nanny, and siblings. The two adults have been consistent caregivers in her life. I never dreamed I would be one of those parents whose children ran to their nanny instead of them.
I am not hopeful. People can spin it how they want. I can keep it real, though. No pussy should have come before my child. I do not believe it was ignorance. It was indifference and arrogance. I had to know what I was doing would mess my child up. I am only sorry I was dismissive and did not listen to my first mind that told me two relationships being compartmentalised and co-parenting would not benefit any one in the long run. My child is walking proof. I cannot blame anyone but myself. I saw the relationship becoming too demanding. I knew I should have ended it. I was selfish, caught up in myself, and only worried about my life. For what? Someone I did not even love and was only loyal to. I over compensated in my relationship and aacrificed the one with my child. What did Eminem say on "Superman?" "Bitches; they come; they go." No slight to Kensi, but she was not worth any of what happened. Especially this. I am going to leave that alone because I feel something rising up in me, and it is not fairy floss and love me like a love song friendly.
My child has taken to calling me Eli, which is one of my nicknames. I guess I should be thankful that she is saying anything to/or about me, huh? It is more than depressing. I am not sure if it is the depression or if I really feel this way, but I am not sure I deserve a second (or third-tenth plus) chance. I have proven that I am not a source of stability time and time again. I had over four years to make amends, and I continued to fail at parenting her (well). I was not absent because of PND, being in the armed forces, or even my chosen career. I was voluntarily absent because of a relationship and selfishness. How do you face that and reconcile it?
I am being mindful of her needs, and I want her to get better. I am just incredibly disappointed in myself.
As always, thank you, Kevin. I will be watching that movie today. I have a day off, so today is a good day for that.
Thank you, Wildflowers. I will search for that book. Adding it to my ever growing list.
I am not keen on most Attachment Therapy methods. Her therapist is one of the few in the state who can provide the kind she needs. It is DDP or Dyadic Developmental Psychotherapy. I am trying to learn all that I can about this method of treatment. As long as coercion and regressive tactics are not applied, it seems safe. I have thought about limiting my contact with her to the bare minimum, which will be during her therapy and family therapy only. I am only considering that much contact because this model of treatment requires my participation. The presence of the detached parent supposedly helps eliminate the opportunity for the child to manipulate and lie.
She is a complicated case because she is disinhibited. She can fool even the best. This is why the family therapist and her teacher have not picked up on anything. She comes off as being together and well-adjusted. She knows what to say, how to act, and even what to do in social settings to appear normal. Every so often her true colours will show, but she has trained herself to stay calm. The forced affection towards me was not to alarm people. The first 50 of 140 minutes involved trying to break through the composed image she was presenting. It took making her mad to get her to express any kind of emotion. There was a cooling off period before she was even willing to talk again.
Attachment Disorders can be gotten over, but not without years of intensive therapy. I suppose that is why her therapist is increasing the length of her sessions. She will now be going in two hour increments every week. Starting on 23 June, the family will be partaking in morning sessions of therapy with her in three hour increments for 10 days. We agreed to do it because that is during her term break. I was not taking her out of school on some type of medical leave.
I blame myself for this. The only positive is he stopped me from doing what I had originally planned. Thank you, Jesus, for him blocking the whole co-parent/co-primary BS. It is a great thing that he stopped me from bouncing our children in between homes. If I had done that, she would have no bond with him either. At least she is capable of love and being close to people. She loves him, her nanny, and siblings. The two adults have been consistent caregivers in her life. I never dreamed I would be one of those parents whose children ran to their nanny instead of them.
I am not hopeful. People can spin it how they want. I can keep it real, though. No pussy should have come before my child. I do not believe it was ignorance. It was indifference and arrogance. I had to know what I was doing would mess my child up. I am only sorry I was dismissive and did not listen to my first mind that told me two relationships being compartmentalised and co-parenting would not benefit any one in the long run. My child is walking proof. I cannot blame anyone but myself. I saw the relationship becoming too demanding. I knew I should have ended it. I was selfish, caught up in myself, and only worried about my life. For what? Someone I did not even love and was only loyal to. I over compensated in my relationship and aacrificed the one with my child. What did Eminem say on "Superman?" "Bitches; they come; they go." No slight to Kensi, but she was not worth any of what happened. Especially this. I am going to leave that alone because I feel something rising up in me, and it is not fairy floss and love me like a love song friendly.
My child has taken to calling me Eli, which is one of my nicknames. I guess I should be thankful that she is saying anything to/or about me, huh? It is more than depressing. I am not sure if it is the depression or if I really feel this way, but I am not sure I deserve a second (or third-tenth plus) chance. I have proven that I am not a source of stability time and time again. I had over four years to make amends, and I continued to fail at parenting her (well). I was not absent because of PND, being in the armed forces, or even my chosen career. I was voluntarily absent because of a relationship and selfishness. How do you face that and reconcile it?
I am being mindful of her needs, and I want her to get better. I am just incredibly disappointed in myself.
As always, thank you, Kevin. I will be watching that movie today. I have a day off, so today is a good day for that.
Thank you, Wildflowers. I will search for that book. Adding it to my ever growing list.