This is my new home for my vents...my pisses....etc. If you are new here, howdy...I will try to create a link to the back story from my former blog: With Love From Sumy that my Sumyite Radical child has discovered and very likely given out to his fellow patients at the psych hospital. Like my cell phone number and hopefully, not my address. I love my son but amazingly, he does not always think first and act second.
Right now, I'm sitting in a villa in Orlando as part of a huge gang of women who have gone before me, come after me or are somewhere near where I am in this journey of parenting a child of trauma. We represent mamas who've adopted from CPS, other countries, had bio kids, have step kids, grandkids, are foster parents and experience the gift of being on the receiving end of the anger at birthmoms, birthmoms' boyfriends, orphanage "care"givers, former foster parents, former adoptive parents, and anyone who've abused our kids.
This is our time to sit with someone who doesn't look at us as if we've got a third freakin' head because we happen to mention our son kicked us in the face or we woke up to a child standing over our bed with a butter knife saying,"Aren't you glad it's not a real knife?" Honey, you have not lived until you've hidden the knives in your house. Sucks....big ol' ones, but it is real and raw and sharing with other women who actually get it is SO FREAKIN' THERAPEUTIC! So come in, sit down and as long as you don't pee on the furniture, you're welcome.