"The courage to speak your own truth always frees someone else" – Oprah
I have a number of family members that are alcoholics and addicts. I have some that are both â€“ dual diagnosis.
I found it interesting at one time that the individuals that were both addicts and alcoholics could easily admit to the drug addiction but not the alcohol problem.
It should have made sense to me at the time.
Not having suffered the diseases, of course I wouldnâ€™t understand. It just stumped me. Isnâ€™t being an addict worse than an alcoholic? Better yet, does it really matter? (Clearly, I was pretty ignorant at that time).
The Dual Diagnosis (DD) family member later told me it was harder to admit they were an alcoholic because they had told themselves for years â€œthat would never happen to meâ€. They had looked with disgust at our other alcohol family members. DD would NEVER be a drunk, wino, an alkie. The drug addiction took them by surprise, was â€œnewâ€ in our family, it was easier to accept. It wasnâ€™t expected.
Interestingly, during DDs early recovery DD avoided the alcoholics in the family. DD talked freely about addiction but avoided the alcohol component. They didnâ€™t have a problem.
We talked about this in later years and DD informed me that being around the family known alcoholic was too painful. It was like looking in the mirror. As long as they did not see that family member, they did not see the alcoholic in themselves.
Of course I get that now.
What the heck does this story have to do with adoption?
Someone suggested a similar concept to me today.
In discussing my daughters resistance to reunion with a friend, the friend asked if I had considered that one of the reasons my daughter avoids me, it, is well, me and my involvement in adoption.
(Yes, I have considered it and believe there is probably some truth).
Meaning, if she wants to avoid dealing with adoption, and she comes from an adoptive family that denies it, does she REALLY want to deal with me? The poster child for all that is wrong in adoption? Me? That writes publicly, shares on taped radio shows, runs support groups, websites, etc. Its quite probable, I am, the physical manifestation of what she wants to avoid. Maybe her worst nightmare.
Yes, yes. I get that. I really do.
This friend went further to suggest that perhaps I should NOT do what I do and that would make my daughter more comfortable. Friend suggested I should stop expressing myselfâ€¦to make her more comfortable. To well, join her in her possible denial.
My daughter and I have lightly discussed this. When she expressed discomfort at this very blog, I told her I understood, but that I worked hard to leave her out of it, I donâ€™t publish her name, location, school, pictures, etc. I respect her privacy.
â€œYeah, but its about meâ€ she said
â€œUm, yeah, but its also about meâ€.
I told her I would think about it. I told her I felt uncomfortable changing myself into someone/something I wasnâ€™t to make her comfortable. (Enabling comes to mind). I told her that triggered memories of why she was surrendered in the first place. (To make my parents, her adopters, the agency…all more comfortable and fat and happy). I really couldnâ€™t do that.
Equally important (but what I did not say to her), is that this stuff is Me. Not All of me, but part of me. And I want her to know ME..not some fairy tale, comfortable version of me.
I can respect boundaries. I donâ€™t expect her to support my cause, my thoughts. She doesnâ€™t want to talk this stuff, I understand. So I donâ€™t talk this stuff with her. However, should she ever change her mind, I am happy to do so. Consider it a pull and not a push.
She asks questions now and then. I answer them. Simply. Directly. Only what was asked. Kinda like what you do with all children. Sure, she is an adult but our relationship is an immature one. Technical, in contact years, she is a 2.5 year old. I take the approach I take with my other children. I answer only what is asked and donâ€™t push more. I leave it up to her to decide when, what, if she wants more.
Does this possibility make me sad?
Sure. But what options do I have?
An adoptive mom friend of mine says I have patience of a saint. No. Not really. I just treat her the way I would want to be treated. Hopefully, since she is my child, she appreciates that.
Only time will tell.