Monday, June 18, 2007

Calling and Cutting

I've had a VERY bad day today. Where to start.........

Julie was on a mission today to get into a long-term treatment facility of some sort. Did I mention she's out of the hospital? Yeah... she's out.

Okay, so she's really looking into getting into some kind of rehab facility of some sort for a 21-day or 3-month type program. She's gone through all mental health benefits for the year already, and I think used 2 of her 3 "lifetime" rehab stays available to her. Problem is, rehab is for drug problems - not rehab from prescriptions or mental health/bi-polar kind of things. Okay....

Well, at noon-ish today Julie decides she wants to call our Aunt who is up in Massachusetts and we haven't seen in many many years. Truth is, since my dad died, we don't call her, send mail, cards, etc. Right or wrong, it is what it is. She's really far away and we just can't get up there to visit and have -- lost touch. Well, our Aunt had a stroke and they found cancer and have given her a VERY short period of time to live. Julie wanted to call the family up there today, and mom didn't want to give her the number. A lot of family crisis going on up there and chaos kind of things... I totally understand. Julie was NOT happy. But -truth be told - Julie is manic today... she's calling all the time... and she tends to make everything happening somehow about 'her'. And, mom, knowing this - knowing Julie and the situation up there in Mass -- mom didn't want to give out the number.

Long story short, Julie found out that mom has told family up there about her mental condition. Julie thinks it should be private. But -- how do you keep something like THIS private? I mean... she nearly DIED a couple of months ago... her kids got taken away. We're not talking about long-lost relatives here - they are family members that my mom talks to ALL the time. Julie was pissed; she talked about how when she lived up in Maryland, she and Ron and the kids would lie and hide the fact that Julie was in the hospital or in rehab or having problems. She thought things could be like that. I told Julie that -- lying wasn't the answer for everyone in every situation. If mom wanted to tell her sisters and close family about things - that's up to her.

But anyways, the point being that Julie was really really upset.

At one point while talking to me about all of this, she lashed out at mom: "I bet they don't know about **this** that happened to mom. I'll be she kept THAT private." I said, "Julie, what are you doing? I don't care! Why are you dragging me into this? Just leave it alone!" Julie said "well, I'll bet the family up there doesn't know about **this** that happened to you. I'll bet mom kept that private." At this point I realize she is acting like a 14 year-old child who is not getting what she wants. She was lashing out and trying very hard to get a reaction from me. I wouldn't give it to her and quickly told her I had to go.

Then she calls later in the afternoon telling me what she found out about rehab and her psychological benefits through Tricare. I ask her.... "why are you so interested in going into long-term treatment now?" She responds back with the fact that it'll look good for when she gets the kids back. She realizes she Kayla's too old, but "there is still hope for Kayte".

I explain to her again about the 'permanent' part of "Permanent Guardianship" and that -- even if she gets completely better -- the odds of them up-rooting Kayte her when she's in her senior year of high school are slim to none. She says "I have to have hope, Tina. If I don't think I'm getting my kids back, I have no reason to get better." I then get onto her about how she needs to be getting better for HERSELF, not for any other person. I said that the kids will be grown and out of the house starting their own lives VERY soon, and that she needed to have something other than them in her life. I explained about Amanda, my little girl who is now 21, engaged and later this year will be married and have her own family. But Julie doesn't want their lives to go on in any direction other than hers. She went on and on about how they are going to move back home after they turned 18.

It was just Sad.

She then said.... "If I were home and I had no kids or knew they weren't coming home, I would be smoking pot and taking all the drugs I wanted because... it feels good." WHAT?? I couldn't believe my ears. So the ONLY thing, admittedly - ONLY thing - keeping her off pot and drugs is her belief that the kids are coming home? What a pile of crap. With that, I realized that I was - for sure - talking to a child and I just let it go and hung up.

Tonight Chris and I went to a Christian financial counselor trying to figure out how to make our money stretch. We came home -- oh Lordy -- where to start with all of this. Chris came home today and 1) there were guys leaving our house walking down the street with the girls and 2) there was a beer in the driveway. Long story but nobody was drinking beer, it was unopened and someone got it out of another guys' car... but it goes without saying that - after my all-day-long Julie-drama marathon we did NOT need "one more thing". But that's what we got.

Chris and I came in and sat all the kids down and had a LONG talk - about everything from the beer to rules to phones to boyfriends to baseball - everything. Of course, the whole time we are talking Julie is calling. House phone. Kayte's cell. Tina's cell. Chris's cell. House phone. Kayte's cell. Tina's cell. Chris's cell. OMG make it STOOOOOPPPPPPP! But we didn't answer. We were having our family meeting!

I told the kids at the end of our long family meeting that all calls with their mom would now be monitored by either Chris or myself. We had family discussions about a lot of other things, but not this - it was not open to discussion. We talked about how Justin was unknowingly making things worse by talking to her for hours and hours. Kayte became "metaphor girl" and made a good metaphor about a squirrel who keeps coming back to the same spot because someone keeps putting food out in that one spot. Julie calls and talks to Justin all the time because he will listen to her talk about nothing for hours.

When all was done, I sat down to blog. Got to 'get it out', ya know? Phone rings, it's my sister Katie this time. She said Julie called her because she couldn't get through to us. Katie asked if Julie had perhaps considered that we didn't want to TALK to her right now. Julie then says that she has to talk to the kids....

She's been cutting herself all night and she can't stop. She wants to talk to the kids. She needs to talk to the kids. (The EXACT reason I might point out that phone calls MUST be supervised from now on... the FIRST thing she talked about was how she 'needed' to talk to the kids! Is this thinking about them?? NO! It's thinking about JULIE!)

I ask Justin to call his mom and talk to her. I listen in on the conversation. She said nothing inappropriate to him. Then I got on the phone and she explained the same thing she told my sister Katie... she can't stop cutting herself. She won't call the doctor. She doesn't want to go to the hospital tonight - she needs to go and get her car out of the shop tomorrow. She wants to come over tomorrow night instead of Wednesday night for her weekly visit so that she can then go to the hospital. She said she'd cover her arms so the kids don't see all the cuts.

Do I want this in my home? Am I okay with this? I don't know........

I tell her that she needs to call the doctor. She needs to go to the hospital now. She said she doesn't want to in one breath, then in another breath said she can't stop cutting. She's lonely. Said she's been manic all day (ya THINK?). Said she feels so alone.

Then she talked to Kayte, who was NOT happy with Julie about the cutting. It was a short conversation. The kids.... they have been through SO MUCH. Dealt with more than ANY kid should have to deal with at their ages.

And now I sit here... wondering if this is the night that Julie cuts too deep. What if she does and can't stop the bleeding? Should I call the police? I'd call her doctor myself if I knew her name. But I don't. I'm worried about my sister... and yet so angry that she REFUSES to take care of herself.

Riddled with anger and guilt, I sit here typing. And still... all the while... knowing she's at home... cutting.....

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