We brought our 3 LOs home just a little over a year ago. We expected it to be tough but until you are living the reality of having 3 traumatised kids in the house you really can't imagine how hard it will really be. We did a huge amount of research and preparation and were well and truly put through our paces by our sw, approval panel and matching panel, and rightly so, we were as prepared as we could possibly be.
In so many ways the kids are doing so well, they're coping at school better than we thought they would. Our school is a huge support to us and completely understand the additional needs the kids have and we know how lucky we are in that respect.
They are now able to go to (separate) after-school activities and by in large cope fairly well although I can't leave them there unsupervised, but this is still a big step for them.
They have all made friends although they need significant help with this both from us and at school as they all have a "bossy" nature and easily alienate their peers. We understand that they are trying to exert some control in their lives but their buddies do not. Still, they are doing better in this area than we thought they would.
They have accepted their new family pretty well and love having grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. Sadly not all of our family understand the issues our kids come with. For example my father thinks they should "be over it" by now and that he doesn't remember what happened to him when he was 3 so why should they. We've explained and given books on attachment and trauma for them to read but it not helping much. Truthfully our circles of support now bear no relation to what we submitted in our PAR, support comes from those we have met since the kids came home.
The kids have identified us as Mummy and Daddy right from the start although during a tantrum it's not uncommon for them, particularly our middle child to scream " you're not my fucking mummy" in my face. Hard to hear but not unexpected and we deal with it therapeutically and honestly.
We have to supervise them constantly, they want to play together but find it hard to do so, they bicker and argue constantly. They also wind each other up and if we do not step in at the right time things spiral until we have 3 hyper, out of control and very defiant kids. We do recognise the signs and often manage to stop it from getting to that stage. We have strong routines in place and this helps immensely.
We use PACE and my copy of the A to Z of therapeutic parenting is well used (it's also had a glass of wine spilled over it) and although slow we can certainly see the benefits.
So, there are so many positives, why is it that the best I can muster when I think about how things are going is, "it's not all awful". If I'm honest while my feelings for the kids has grown I can't honestly say I love them. I care for and about them, I will fight their corner to the death and I've made a commitment to them that I will honour until the day I die but I don't feel the love for them that I thought and hoped I would and I feel huge amounts of guilt about it. Has anyone else felt like this?
I don't really have anyone I can voice this to in RL, friends and family attitude is overwhelmingly, you've made your bed so lie in it. Sorry for rambling but it's good to get it off my chest.