For those who are raising their relative because the
parent(s) are addicts or alcoholics, perhaps you will relate to this story.
My daughter is 26 years old and a meth addict. She tells me the reason she is a drug user is
because I was a bad mother. She has also
told me she resents how I raise her son – that I do a much better job raising
him than I did raising her.
When she says I was a bad mother, there is a part of me that
really hurts. If I am completely honest, I was not a perfect parent. I made
mistakes. Her dad and I divorced when
she was four. I moved a lot. When she was seven I remarried. Seven years later, another divorce and we
moved again. She did have a lot to deal with.
Add to that her behavioral issues I worried about since she was just a
toddler. Those behaviors later led to
her diagnosis of bipolar, borderline personality disorder, anxiety,
obsessive/compulsive disorder, and more.
She was not an easy child to parent.
We were also poor when I wasn’t married and a one-income
household. My daughter will claim that was a hardship for her. Until 2003, I never earned more than
$15,000/year. I do not believe being
poor made me a bad mother or caused my daughter to be an addict. Being poor did
make me see there had to be another way – a better way.
When I was 36 I set out to earn my bachelor’s degree by the
time I was 40. In 2004, at age 40, I
earned my bachelor’s degree and my income rose to a livable level – the lower
end of middle-class status. I then set a goal to try to earn a master’s degree
by the time I would be 50. Today at age
48, I am two months away from earning my master’s degree.
I can’t go back in time and fix my mistakes parenting my
daughter. I don’t get a “do over”. I agree with my daughter that I am doing a
better job parenting at age 48 than I did in my 20’s and 30’s. As we age, we get wiser. We have experiences to draw upon. Isn't that a good
thing?
My daughter has a disease called addiction and it is not my
fault or the direct result of my parenting.
Addicts and alcoholics look for people to blame and my daughter is no
different. She blames me. I have to remember what Alanon teaches me: I
didn’t cause it, I can’t control it, and I can’t cure it.
On the left sidebar of this blog there is a link to private online
support groups for kinship caregivers. I
invite any kinship caregiver reading this to please consider joining these
private online support groups.
Without the help of my kinship support group friends, I
would continue to feel very isolated with my experiences as a kinship
caregiver. Having an online group of
friends and their support has made a huge difference in my ability to handle
being a relative raising a relative. The
groups are closed to the public so what you share will not appear on your
Facebook public page. You can also choose not to share anything and just read
the experiences other members share. You
will see you are not alone. You will see, as I have, it is not our fault. Come join us.
If you don’t like it, you can always leave.
To my readers of this blog, thank you for your support and
encouragement. I do hope sharing these
stories give you strength and hope.
Thank you for being so courageous and parenting your relative. You did not look the other way when you saw a
child needed their family.
I am a good grandma raising my grandson. It’s all good.
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