I always wanted to start a family but my husband and I started later in life and faced a cancer diagnosis and then infertility. We adopted locally and became the proud and very excited parents of siblings, a brother and sister. I envisioned the perfect family; Sunday dinners, family vacations, doing homework at the table together, making incredible memories. But both of our children had Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD). For 6 years, we had no clue they had this diagnosis or what RAD was. We knew something wasn’t “right” but we couldn’t put our finger on it. My husband and I were parenting our children just like everyone else, providing them with rich learning opportunities, lots of love and affection, and a safe and loving home. Despite this, we found ourselves struggling when other parents weren’t. We were living in constant chaos, confusion, stress, fear, and always walking on eggshells. Later, we were forced to navigate through a broken system, a multitude of therapists, shelters, Residential Treatment Centers (RTCs), and finally, a therapeutic boarding school, with very little support.
And, like most families, we experienced the financial burden of having to pay for most of the care ourselves. My marriage was beginning to crumble. Our savings dwindled. I felt like the worst parent in the world. I hated that I didn’t even have the option to be a “normal” parent. I was lonely, burned out, depleted. There was no one to talk to who could really understand or help. This is what led me to where I am now. And it’s the reason why I help other RAD moms and dads.
Fast forward to today. I’m happy. I feel like myself again. And I’m in a happy marriage (the same one!). We made it. And if I have anything to do with it, you will too.