Reactive attachment disorder is a rare but serious condition in which an infant or young child doesn’t establish healthy attachments with parents or caregivers.
I was in my early thirties when I was court ordered to seek counseling for a DUI. It was actually my second DUI so some sort of counseling was probably long overdue. My intention was to generalize my problems and gloss over my past. I had a number of required sessions and it eventually occurred to me that I would have to give her more to chew on. My repertoire was full so I could pull from just about any time in my life and talk through the whole session and then some. Having completed my required sessions, which included a standard Psychological Test, I finally received my hard earned certificate of completion and my Labels. Some words I had heard before, BiPolar, Depression, adult child of an alcoholic, anxiety and PTSD. Reactive attachment disorder was a new one to me. In all of my thirty some years I never could figure out why I failed at personal relationships. Very often it seemed as though it was easier to sabotage them then continue. Relationships always ended eventually anyway right? In fact that is how my life began with my own mother.
As a PreSchooler I was taken from my alcoholic and prescription drug addicted mother. I was placed in foster care, adopted and eventually placed back into the State System. I was never given any reason to get attached or trust anyone in my life, I just never knew it had a label. It seems fitting that this disorder is a rare one, and I would be one of the few children who would develop it. I was raised in the State System from preschool until high school, teaching myself lessons along the way. So just like the Seedling I wrote about, I was left in the dark with little or no nutrients, and I wilted.
I’d like to share a Poem I recently wrote about my labels.
I Walk mindless, Carrying Depression in my backpack
Holding Anxiety in my pockets, RAD socks on my feet
I Wear a BiPolar Blazer to cover my Alcoholic body
Tongue pierced with Anger, Lips pierced with Fear
PTSD colored eyes wearing Rose colored glasses
-Kasper (kelly blake)