Violet’s letters went from screaming agony, “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE Mommy! Come and get me! I hate it here…” to “…I am learning how to do really cool things. I miss you A LOT and I have really changed, I haven’t gotten upset in a while, I am growing a lot emotionally. I think I am almost ready to come home.”
Almost. Just the word itself held so much meaning for me. It embodied acknowledgment. She was accountable with one little word. She was challenging herself, she was working and growing; she still had some things to deal with. She knew she wasn’t ready, yet. But almost…sweet almost…sigh.
When you have spent 10 years screaming into a vacuum of futility, “almost” is like a brand new hearing aid. I’m not crazy. AND NEITHER WAS SHE. We were all just hard of hearing for a while.
Here is the self-fulfilling prophecy of the kid mislabeled. Someone tells them they are “bad,” they get upset and act out because it’s easier to be in control of being “bad” than it is to be vulnerable and STILL be called “bad.” Too hard to feel shamed. So these kids push all this stuff down and hold it inside and BAM!!! Hypersensitivity + shame = anguish and explosiveness.
Violet had realistically gone through 6 years of people telling her she was doing things that weren’t “right.” Accuracy was irrelevant; it was her perceptions and the feelings they ignited. After eons of ‘feeling’ like the world was against her, her self-esteem was left a tarnished shred.
In the woods with people trained to be so patient, nurturing and supportive, she was finally able to stop punishing herself. The physical feats she accomplished were so outlandish - she was a beast! Hiking, setting up camp, making food, cleaning up, creating fire – HUGE. If she can do those things, what CAN’T she do?
The emotional growth began with accountability that came in a letter – amazing to receive. She worked on rebuilding trust and respect, with others and herself. Add more feeling better about herself which let’s face it – this is REALLY what gets us through life’s trials – the confidence you can. She passed through the curriculum’s phases and her therapist walked us through the next harrowing step.
Just when you think you’ve cleared the hurdles, the next step crushes you...HOME or BOARDING SCHOOL. Violet had been asking about it for weeks. I was living in denial.
I remember talking to one of my parent advocates pre-Wilderness. I asked how long it had been since her daughter had been home and she said 8 months. I choked. My ears completely refused to acknowledge this information. IMPOSSIBLE, that would NOT be happening to us. We were different.
Now, we were in it, 65 days in. Her therapist told us she would graduate around her 85th day and we should prep for the next crossroad. I wasn’t ready. I had two separate parts of my brain screaming into my ears, Mrs. Long-Term-Rational and Ms. Instant-Gratification-Emotional. Ms. Thang was SO LOUD, she made it inconceivable to be apart from Violet any longer. I wanted my baby with me. I craved her. But, having her step back into THE GAUNTLET, our home with all the old triggers, seemed self-defeating. Mrs. Rational took over. More dread.
I strapped on my big girl boots and toured the two best choices for therapeutic boarding schools. I was constantly asking about 3 things that, to me, meant overexposure for Violet: drugs, sex, suicide. Violet didn’t even know the word ‘suicide.’ I was paranoid about her getting any ideas, if only for manipulative purposes. Serving such a young age group meant that my fears were prrrretty much alleviated (10-16). Extracurricular activities abound, homey houses, tons of parent integration. I was still conflicted, but then I met the girls. I can’t tell you how quickly Ms. Thang shut her yap. SO RELIEVED. They were just like Violet. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
Guided by the therapist, we told her we were looking at residential schools in her next letter. I was petrified. How terrible must it have felt to be confronted with not coming home after being away from everything for 3 months? After everything she had done...
She got it, read it aloud.
They let her. She screamed and cried into the woods. They just watched and waited for the fury to be gone. She calmed down, went back. Kids supported her; therapist helped her process it.
The Wilderness Program had girls from both schools come and visit – total streak of genius. Violet aligned herself with one and luckily it was our first choice too. We let her be a part of the decision making process, back and forth letters for 2 weeks. It empowered her.
“I am still pretty surprised and upset that I’m going to boarding school but here is what I’d like to bring to school…(list of goods)…I am also kinda excited to go to boarding school and would hope that you would take into consideration me going to Lions Lake Academy I really like it there.”
I couldn’t even believe it. She was ok. She was even a little excited.
She would graduate in 1 week. Belly flops of opposing extremes – elation and trepidation. I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like. ONE WEEK?!?!?! 84 days later and I would finally get to hug my baby girl. YES!!!!
She had done it. She made it through the WILD. She accepted another tough transition. WE ALL MADE IT.
Now if that’s not growth I am surely confused by the definition.