If you adopt children with severe emotional issues, mental illnesses or mental disabilities, be expected to walk through fire when you attempt to find help for them.
When it is no longer safe for them to remain at home, when a parent MUST seek an out-of-home placement in order to ensure their safety and that of other family members, it has been my experience, on three diagnosed kids over the last decade, that they will then turn on you.
My other choice would have been to possibly allow a murder to take place. And then if it was not me killed, I would have to face questions such as, “Why did you not seek help? Were these verbal and physical threats? Have you had him in counseling?”
This same son who has physically destroyed walls, a door, appliances, cables and furniture (but on his plus side, I don’t remember him ever breaking a window), this same kid who left me with a bruise as I tried to restrain him from going after children, this same kid who has never accepted a lick of responsibility ever for his actions is claiming that I abuse and neglect him. These are blatantly false statements that must be investigated.
On the last Sunday he was here, he was yelling that my seven year old never had chores that he (Jose) had worked all his life. This same kid who goes down in a rage when I ask him to pick up the dirty socks he has thrown. He does put his plate in the dishwasher each night, all my kids do except the two youngest, they only have to take theirs as far as the sink. Jose has not helped me for a five minute period in two months time; he has also physically prevented me from getting work done as I have had to work so hard maintaining his, mine and our safety.
Two other kids, once blamed me as well, both much hugely larger than I, mad that I could not “cure” their inner demons or what have you. Both ended up spending close to five years each in mental hospitals, attacking staff and raging when they had psychiatric care 24-7. And a scrawny yet loving mom takes the blame?
I think I have had enough experience in parenting traumatized children to have a gut reaction, an inner moment, an ah-ha choice when I am certain that we are in danger, after having tried so hard for so long.
Yet I will always be their mom, that will not change. They hate me and everyone else for years, but on some level I know that they know that I do still love them.