I was going to say it's interesting watching the changing face of trauma as TK moves into teenagerhood. But the truth is it sucks watching the changing face of trauma. And even after 8 years of the journey, I still screw up and forget stuff. Yes, parts of it have seemingly resolved as TK's brain continues to change (thank you neuroplasticity) and TK matures, but that underlying fear of rejection and abandonment is always there. I don't know if it takes more to activate it or if TK is just better at masking it...I suspect some of both. But this week it came roaring to life, and I got to really notice the changes in the face of trauma from childhood to teenage years (or just different years in the journey, depending when your family's healing journey started).
When TK was much younger and when we were just on the beginning of this journey (for us roughly ages 4-8), trauma manifested as "everything in a 10 mile radius gets destroyed". The face of trauma was hitting, breaking things, screaming hateful words and basically wiping out anyone in range. In the "middle years" (ages 8-11), trauma was a mix of widespread destruction and targeted attacks. While general destruction still occurred, it lessened greatly, and the verbal attacks were made, usually to me after the fact (progress!) about the "offending parties".
Now, at age 12, trauma results in targeted annihilation. This is sometimes directed inwardly (the scariest of all) in the "typical" traumaspeak: "I have no friends; everyone hates me; I'm not lovable". This is terrifying as you can't see it, and when you add the normal angst of puberty, it has the chance of spiraling quickly to a dark place. You see walls coming up and communication shutting down and you wonder if it's just hormones or trauma, or worse, both.
Sometimes the trauma comes outward, laser focused - usually at me. (Because who else is there?) I spent many hours this week (okay, the last few months) being annoyed and angry and treating the trauma as "typical teenage angst", but I forgot the basic rule of trauma - the "bad" behavior is a result of fear.
TK goes to therapy once a week or so. After the session, TK is usually lighthearted and even silly.....for an hour or two. Then TK becomes introspective, disgruntled, and often quite mean. I get it. I've been through therapy and I know it leaves you raw and needing to process through what you just talked about. When you're an adult, you usually do that in the privacy of your own head. When you're a 12 year old trauma kid.......not so much. We often bang heads later that night, and I frequently hear how everything is fine except for me; that I cause the angst, I make TK's life worse, etc. It always hurts my feelings but I remind myself that TK is healing and all that turmoil has to go somewhere. (The part that stinks about being a single parent is it ALWAYS goes on me.) This week was typical - all happiness and light for a while, then the trauma monster came out to play.
To TK's credit (and mine), even when the conversation got really hard and tears were flowing (from both of us), neither of us walked away. We stayed in the conversation and kept working through it. A lot if it WAS typical teenage stuff - "you don't trust me, you think I'm stupid and can't make good decisions", but even typical teenage stuff is not typical when it comes from a trauma kid. But as the conversation continued, TK suddenly yelled, "You have no idea how hard it is to wonder every day if you're going to get hurt or die when you're at school bus driver training! You don't know what you're doing and that thing is HUGE. Every day I'm scared to death my phone will ring and I'll have to ask a teacher to take me home or to the hospital."
Fear....it's always fear. I will say that quite honestly part of me was glad to hear that because, like most parents of teenagers, I spend most of my time sure TK hates me. It was nice to know TK was scared to lose me. After TK made that statement, all the energy went out of the argument. TK had voiced the real issue, and NOW we could move forward. I spent a long time explaining the training process and the safety measures, and I told TK if the fear was paralyzing I would find another option.
I had never occurred to me that TK was scared I could get hurt/die learning to drive a bus. (At this point in the blog I mentally slap myself in the head and say, "Really? 8 years in and you STILL don't get this?") But the changing face of trauma had me fooled. It manifested as teenage angst and hormonal drama, and I bought into it. That undoubtedly is part of it and makes the trauma stuff even harder (oh goodie).
When your teenage TK is going off the rails, remember that under all that "you are the worst parent ever" stuff is the voice of that baby/little kid/big kid in the orphanage (hospital, foster care system, wherever) scared no one will be there to love them and keep them safe.
So yep, I forgot to look for the fear. But I'm giving myself grace and letting it go. Hopefully I'll remember to look for it next time (because there will be a next time). It can be a lot harder to dig down to it as our TKs get older, but I was reminded that if I stay in the conversation (and I have been known to walk away because I just don't want to hear it and I'm tired of it), we get to the real issue. I did this pretty easily when TK was younger. It's harder now -TK is much better at hitting where it hurts (emotionally) and it takes a lot to hang in there through all the hard stuff. But it's worth it.
Do your best to ride out the hard stuff, trauma mamas. The only way past trauma is through it. There's no seatbelt and it seems like the world's longest ride a lot of days, but when you see the look on your TK's face when they truly feel heard and safe, it's worth every tear - even the ones your cry into your pillow when your TK is sleeping.
Give yourself grace when you unbuckle and get off the ride for a while. Sometimes you just need to get your own equilibrium before you can go for round 2,679.
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