What to do when your child is broken…
I hope nobody thinks that I mean this term in a pejorative way. I’m simply trying to get at the truth, I hope from an objective standpoint. I’ve spent a lot of time being angry because angry is easy. And when I peeled back the layers of anger I know there is a deep abiding sadness underneath. A potential black hole of depression. I have been encouraged recently to let go of the anger. And it’s nice to try to do that. But being sucked in past the event horizon of my own despair is not a thing I enjoy dealing with on a day-to-day basis. But in lieu of continuing to wax cosmological, I’ll get to the point. When my car is broken I take it to the mechanic. He or she works on it until it’s fixed. If my computer is broken I take it to the Apple store. If something is broken in my house, I call my buddy who’s a contractor. In none of these scenarios do they work on it for 45 minutes a week and expect it to get better. Even in physical medicine, if I break my leg, there’s a clear protocol of how to fix that. But what do we do when our children are broken? I’m not intending to be hyperbolic or overdramatic. Despite not being in the best headspace, I don’t think that that is an exaggeration. They need dramatically more care than one therapy session a week and seeing the pharmacologist once a month. As time passes I vacillate between hope and despair. To be honest, the Hope feels like fool’s Gold. The reality is that it is only the sheer power of my will as well as the support of my wife that is keeping these kids anywhere…