I started this blog for a couple of reasons. Partially, because I'm really passionate about attachment and never really run out of things to say about it. Partially, because I have a dear friend that strongly urged me to do it. And partially, because I have found amazing resources to help parents of kids that struggle with attachment but I find that most of them are geared towards older children.
I'm by no means an expert. I'm not a professional- anything. I'm just a mom who's really fascinated by the way kids develop and who really wants to help her child be the very best little person she can be.
My daughter, M came to us at 2 months old as a foster child. She was a cute, chubby little baby with tons of hair. Her first night with us she slept through the night and I was smitten. I'm not saying it was because she was our first foster baby that let me sleep all night, but I'm not saying it wasn't either.
M had been meth exposed in the womb and had a serious medical condition go poorly treated before she came to us. She seemed unhappy a lot. She was stiff and easily bothered by her environment. She avoided eye contact and wasn't comforted by me as a mother figure. She was our 3rd drug exposed infant and none of these things were particularly alarming. Meth does a number on babies and I attributed her behaviors to sensory issues due to the drug exposure.
Around 9 months M started raging. She screamed at me. Literally- at me. For hours without stopping. She threw her head into walls, punched, kicked and still didn't seem to identify me as her mom or even as someone who could comfort her. She hated for me to feed her and would refuse a bottle if I was holding her. At the time I thought it was strange, but visits with her birth family were going very poorly and I believed that was the source of the problems we were seeing (along with the sensory issues). It seemed logical. Visits were very disruptive to her life and her routine and every one of the issues we saw got significantly worse after visits.
When M was 12 months old her birth mother had another baby that was placed with us. I had a good friend with a premature meth exposed baby and she raved about what a difference "
wearing" her baby made. I had learned a bit more about attachment by this point so I committed to wearing M's younger sister, B for a minimum of 8 hours a day. At first I saw all the same symptoms of the exposure in B, but it was getting better so much more quickly. She seemed to find comfort in me holding her, she didn't cry as much, she made more eye contact and her stiffness was not always present. Meanwhile, all of this baby wearing meant that I wasn't holding M as much. I wasn't as engaged since I had 4 other kids including a newborn to care for and we saw M getting worse.
A year later, when M was 2, we adopted both girls. I was thrilled beyond belief because I loved them as deeply as I loved my biological children and I couldn't imagine my life without them. I was sure that once the adoption went through and we were free to parent the way we felt best, without the constant interruptions that come with foster care, everything would be fine. Of course, M continued to struggle even more. Her rages were much more intense and lasted for hours. The smallest things would trigger her and there seemed to be no way to bring her back. She was harmful to herself and others. She would scratch herself until she bled every night. She threw her head into concrete because she was angry, but her pain tolerance was so high that she didn't seem to notice. She was 2 years old and rarely called me mom except to be superficially charming. She was impulsive far beyond what I had ever seen with other children. Going anywhere with her was terrifying because she would climb in strangers laps and wonder away alone. She never ran to me for comfort when she was hurt or scared and in fact, seemed more angry at me- as though she blamed me. She never displayed any sign of stranger anxiety. In fact, most of the time she didn't seem to notice if I was around or not. It was painstaking to watch and nothing I was trying seemed to help.
Up until this point, no one else had seen the severe rages, but when M was about 2.5 my husband began working from home. M held herself together for a few days, but that was all she could do. She began raging at my husband as well. Experiencing our daughter's rages versus hearing about them gave him a who new perspective. He began intervening at times, but I didn't want M to get the idea that I couldn't care for her even when she was displaying her worst behavior, so often he would come in and sit with me while I held her, or video tape her so we could review it later, or jump in with the other kids because it really was physically and emotionally exhausting, not to mention time consuming.
All the while, I had been reaching out to try and find help. I had spoken to our pediatrician and a psychologist who tried to assure me that these were all normal behaviors for toddlers. I saw a neurologist who said it was too early to tell but he thought she probably had bipolar. The occupational therapist said that it was all just sensory issues. Friends and family said everything from your boys were just easy and this is just a girl thing, to she needs vitamins, to suggesting I have her tested for autism, or that she just needed diet changes. *
One day I had it. I went to the library and checked out every book they had relating to parenting difficult children as well as books on every one of the syndromes that had been suggested to me. We also changed her diet and began introducing several different vitamins. Our rule was: If it won't hurt her we'll try it. I became obsessed with reading. All of the books on syndrome had parts that related to M, but nothing that made me think "yeah, that's my kid!" so I kept reading. At the end of every one of the parenting difficult kids books they had a disclaimer of sorts. It always went something like this: If your child does __________ you need to seek further help. Without fail my little girl fit right into that category. But, they never told me who to seek help from or what I was seeking help for exactly.
Then, one day it hit me like a ton of bricks. My mom had kept M that day and said, "She's always so good for me." She wasn't mocking me, she was sympathizing that kids are often better behaved for other people than they are for their parents which I had experienced with each of my kids. But, it somehow really bothered me with M- maybe because her behaviors with me were so extreme. Later that I night I remembered something that a mom of a RAD kid had said to me 2 years earlier. She said, "You know a RAD mom because they are the only parents who get upset when people say how well behaved their children are. Every time you hear it you know your kid's shopping around for a new set of parents." I ran to my computer and looked up the symptoms of Reactive Attachment Disorder. It was like reading a list of words that I had written myself to describe my little girl.
I felt absolute relief. I know that's strange, but that's the truth. It was like a huge weight had been lifted. Many parents go into denial or they begin to grieve (the grief came later for me), but for me it meant that we finally had a direction. I wasn't just watching my child slip further and further away with no way to stop it. I knew enough about attachment disorders to know that it was going to be a long journey, but at least we knew what we were up against and we could begin immediately helping her. I told my husband, who at first was somewhat skeptical given that she had been with us since she was 2 months old, but once he read about it he was equally convinced. We found a psychologist, started reading a ton of books and reaching out to other parents of RAD kids to get some help. M's reactions to the treatment confirmed for us that she really wasn't attached to us.
Nearly 2 years later a lot has changed. M shows all the signs of being attached to us. She identifies me as her mom and seeks me out for comfort. She's very good at making eye contact and show genuine sympathy for the people around her. She no longer rages and while we still deal with most of her other behaviors on a daily basis all of them have gotten markedly better. We still see times of regression, but it never gets as bad as it was to begin with and now we have strategies to help her come back to us when she's struggling.
I'm really proud of my little girl. She is a fighter.
*I just want to insert here that I have no anomocity twords and of these people. I truly believe they all cared about my daughter and myself and they were all acting on the information they had. I only bring it up to point out how hard RAD is to diagnose. As well as our responsibility to keep searching for answers when we believe something is wrong regardless of what other people say.