When you try your best but you don’t succeed
I literally have made a full-time job out of finding the right placement with Shane, building a team of professionals and working out details with the local school. We’ve worked diligently, spending hours online and on the phone. Completing applications only to be turned down. IQ too high. IQ too low. Behaviors too severe. Behaviors not severe enough. In spite of all of that, I feel like we’re failing. When you try your best but you don’t succeed.
When you get what you want but not what you need
With only one week left before he’s scheduled to come home, Shane continues to struggle. I’m starting to feel like having him home for Christmas and then to Tennessee in January might not happen as he doesn’t seem to be as stable as we thought. We’ve made travel arrangements for next week and desperately want him home. But, is that what he needs? Is he ready to make yet another transition? Do I put our wants above his needs? Am I being selfish? When you get what you want but not what you need.
When you feel so tired but you can’t sleep
Ever been so exhausted that you feel like 24 hours of sleep would do you good, but you can only sleep for five or six at a time never feeling rested? I literally take melatonin, Xanax, Advil PM and Prazosin daily and haven’t slept more than a few restless hours per night in months. Thoughts race through my head 24/7, seldom at peace. As bad as it is for me, it’s worse for Shane. He’s away from home and in a strange place. He’s scared to sleep alone…even at home. He has nightmares there and gets up at 3:00 a.m. That makes for a very long day. If you know anything about bipolar disorder, you know that lack of sleep only makes things worse. So, while they’re trying to adjust his medication to stabilize his bipolar, he’s not able to sleep which only intensifies the situation. When you feel so tired but you can’t sleep.
When the tears come streaming down your face
This. Daily. All of us. Me, Scott and our boy. We have Skype calls every Wednesday for about thirty minutes. Yesterday, he looked much sadder and more defeated than we’ve seen him since he’s been in Utah. It takes all I have to put on the brave, happy face. But, I know that he would only be more upset if he sees sadness in us. I’m heartbroken. Scott is heartbroken. Shane is heartbroken. We’re all exhausted and sad to the core. He wants to come home so badly, although he understands why he’s there (as much as he can). We want him home. I want to be a mom ALL the time. I’m not ready to relinquish my daily responsibilities to a boarding school for years to come. But, I know that if he had cancer, I would have to rely on the “professionals” for treatment. I view mental illness, autism and Shane’s unique set of circumstances the same way. It’s out of our scope of abilities. We’ve been asking for help. For years. And, we’ve gotten it along the way. Lots of help from many people. Not so much from others who should’ve been able to help and didn’t. Still, we flail with no end in sight. When the tears come streaming down your face. Still. After all these years.
Stuck in reverse.