Dixie started seeing a counselor today. We'd seen one during the first year or so of her adoption, but had gotten the point where further sessions weren't favored by the cost-benefit analysis. She was in a really good place and sessions were really expensive, even with help paying for them.

Lately, though, she is simply angry at everything. I know it is hard for her, it is hard for all of them, for us to flip flop so much in who is home and what is expected and how our time is spent. I'd hoped that, over time, her longing and pain from her adoption would abate and she would grow more secure, but that doesn't seem to be the case. As she gets older, she seems to have a harder time accepting things because she has a greater understanding of the world and can think about them more, deeper.

The counselor looks quite a lot like Jimmy Buffet but seems to have a good feel for how six-and-a-half-year-olds roll.

1 comment:

Lori said...

Hugs mama. You're doing the right thing. Growing up is hard.