I wish it were that easy, Hec. I really do. And I do make them hammer out a lot of their own stuff. But there are times where I am stuck in the middle and there is no other way out.
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I'm a little surprised at the Mermaid, though.
How come? I like Mermaids. Consider the sacrifice of the Little Mermaid's sisters.
I dunno -- she's just all blonde and sunshine-y, not dark and goth and sexy in that mysterious might-be-deadly way.
Suzi - throw the guilt back. They know they are putting you in the middle .
" you are putting me in the middle. why do you want to hurt me?"
Suzi - throw the guilt back. They know they are putting you in the middle .I had to do that, Suzi. I had a total meltdown with my dad last year after a bunch of family drama. I had been the peacekeeper for six months and I was tired of it. He felt bad when I burst into tears on the phone.
Robin, do you know what kind of outpatient care she is receiving (is it for addiction or eating disorders, or both, or just general psychological/psychiatric care)?
AmyLiz makes a lot of sense. I think maybe a therapist/counselor who specializes in eating disorders is probably the way to go.
Some therapists/counselors who don't specialize in addiction don't understand it. I think the same is true with therapy for eating disorders.
Maybe the first step could be either talking to the people who are currently providing the outpatient care, and/or contacting your mom's own physician, and saying, "Please help me find me a doctor/therapist who specializes in eating disorders, for my teenaged granddaughter who is staying with me."
All the good thoughts in the world for your niece, your mom, and your whole family.
Good luck, Robin. I have no constructive advice, but I'm wishing you and yours much -ma.
(((SuziQ)))
I dunno -- she's just all blonde and sunshine-y, not dark and goth and sexy in that mysterious might-be-deadly way.
Well, crap. Now I want to go and get the hair dye.
What Fay said.
Actually, no. I take it back. I just went and tried on my nice black bob wig, and words do not begin to express how truly, truly terrible I look with black hair. Terrible. Dead. And not in a sexy way.
I suspect its effect on me might be similar in spectral-ness.
Fay - I wanna grow my hair into your hairstyle. I have no clue if it would work with my face, but it is a goal for now.
When DH started crying again on the phone (long story, some of which is on my lj), I told him I couldn't deal with that. Trying to help K-Bug out of her softball woes is enough. Him taking her problems personally is beyond what I can handle.
He did call back a bit ago to apologize.
I'm sorry about venting here. There is no one at home I can talk with about this. If I try to talk to my mom, all I will hear is about how DH has brought this on himself. And he has, in a lot of ways, but K-Bug does not need to see it. She has enough going on.