I’ve blogged previously about not thinking in terms of ‘attachment’. It’s too big and too woolly. I find it easier to celebrate ‘connections’. The only problem is the connections with Bubble are few and far between at the moment.
At the weekend she initiated a conversation with me that didn’t involve her seeking sweets or telly once. Once. All weekend. I had a moment of hope on Saturday afternoon when she said ‘Mummy, you know when…’ but this was quickly dashed as the sentence progressed ‘ you said we could have some mints…’.
When we try to talk with Bubble she responds with one word answers, if at all. When we switch to talking to Squeak, Bubble interrupts constantly.
How on earth do you connect to a frightened anxious little girl who doesn’t trust anyone? Nothing we say or do is reaching her at the moment and this has been the case since her sister returned to foster care.
When we ask her to do something, she does something else. It is as if she is testing us as much as possible. When we don’t respond, or when we set a boundary, she takes it out on Squeak.
We’ve decided to separate the girls as much as possible to ensure Squeak’s safety. If they are in the same room one of us is with them.
We’ve also decided to minimise verbal input with Bubble in the hope that she will have more space for her own thoughts or just ‘being’. If it doesn’t work we’ll have to find another way through. Again.
It feels like crisis management. It’s horrible but we’re going to have to ride this latest storm. Hopefully Bubble will decide eventually that she wants connection with us. Until then we’re hunkering down.