Sunday, December 13, 2015

God Opens our Eyes

It's funny that we kinda go along in life and gradually the Lord opens our eyes a little more and a little more. This is an exciting journey and each step of the way, more and more is revealed to us. We still do not see the entire picture, but we're thankful to have the opportunity to step one step forward walking in Faith with the Lord.


We had an amazing medical team here in October that served in Belot and also took the big adventure and hiked into a very remote village overnight to provide medical care. It was an incredible experience even though quite a few toenails were lost and maybe a few tears were shed by many team members. It was an INTENSE hike! If anyone is up for the challenge, please let me know. Seeking team members for April and June.




    The Lord continues to open our eyes to the incredible need for educationally focused medical care. We continue to do a blood pressure clinic each month. Our goal is to have four medical teams a year that come and serve in Belot as well as the more remote villages to promote sustainability and education. We are also bringing up local medical professionals and dentists. Praise the Lord for his provisions. 


The roof is on the school! Yay! It is still an uphill battle seeking funds to complete the school, but also amazing to see step by step the Lord providing at the last moment. Please keep the village of Belot in prayer. We are beginning the process of starting an individual student sponsorship program to help cover the costs of teacher's salaries.





We also continue to teach gymnastics in Belot. This is so much fun each week! It's been a great way to build relationships with one another and help students interact. 



Trauma trainings and a range of other mental health services are a part of our everyday life. We've provided various trainings with ministries for teachers, pastors, and social workers. Linda is in the process of opening a private practice in Petionville. 

Please keep mental services in prayer for Haiti. Mental health services are pretty much non-existent and there is such a huge need with a country full of trauma. 


Saturday, September 5, 2015

Beyond the Mountain is Another Mountain

There is a Haitian proverb that I have learned since moving here: "Deye mon, gen mon". This basically means, "beyond the mountains are more mountains". In many ways, this pretty much sums up life here in Haiti. Living here can feel like one obstacle after another. On the other hand, there's something comforting in knowing that this next mountain is simply another step in the process.



On Tuesday, Ron and I traveled where no moto (a motorcycle taxi) had gone before. We literally drove up past where we live to where you could no longer drive anymore. We parked the truck and then took motos as far as they would take us. We had to get off and walk on sections that were too rough for the motorcycles to go on and then get back on the moto for another little section. I think it was a beautiful view with valleys on both sides but it was difficult to even hold onto the moto, so I missed some of the scenery.


When we reached the end of the line for the motos, we continued to walk for a few hours. We had a destination in mind: a small village where our friend was born. We are considering bringing a small medical team there, but we ran into this Haitian proverb: "beyond every mountain there are more mountains". We could "see" where we were going, but the little dirt road just kept weaving around from mountain to mountain. It finally dawned on us that we could not actually make it to this village in a day trip, so we turned around and started the long trek home.


Please pray for us as we navigate the multitude of mountains in Haiti both figuratively and literally. We know that without God many circumstances we encounter on a daily basis would seem hopeless. As we were weaving our way on the dirt road, I thought of my grandfather that walked from village to village throughout the mountains of China evangelizing throughout the 1930's and 1940's and then proceeded to broadcast into China after the missionaries were removed from China. Our God is bigger than circumstances created by man.

Please pray for the upcoming medical team in October. We are so thankful that the Lord has entrusted us with this task of promoting accessible education, medical care, mental health services, and most importantly, promoting the Kingdom of God.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Tropical Storm Erika

For the most part, tropical storm Erika was easy on Haiti. Unfortunately, it wasn't so easy on the tarps up at the school in Belot. We have been working on the roof for the school, but it is not completed yet. We're still praying for the additional funds to complete the project. For the time being, the tarps had been moved to a makeshift cover for the school/church. 



Please pray that we will be able to salvage some of the tarps and for the funds to complete the rest roof on the school by the upcoming school year. We have a limited amount of time to gather the additional resources before school starts.


On a good note, VBS in Belot on the Fruit of the Spirit was a wonderful blessing to be a part of. 


Our friend Junia from the Leogane area came to assist with VBS and also to help with trauma trainings. We're excited to see what the Lord is doing in Haiti! 


Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Trauma Training in Haiti

These next two weeks we are assisting with trauma trainings through Crisis Care Training International in various parts of Haiti.

Today was the first day of training in Fonds Parisian, which is near the Dominican Republic border.

It is amazing to see teachers come together to learn more about how to help children heal from trauma. The class is very motivated and engaged in the process. We are blessed to be here!

Please pray for strength and endurance. It is VERY hot and we're working in a closed classroom with no air or fans. The heat tends to zap the strength out of us, but thankfully everyone is very enthusiastic throughout the day. Please pray that the Lord will touch the lives of many children and individuals through these trainings!

Next week we will be in another area training within a different population of individuals in need. We are thankful to be able to assist in the promotion of mental health services throughout Haiti.

Friday, March 20, 2015

This is HARD: Why Being a Missionary is Tough Stuff

Yes, this is hard.

I want to be able to say to people that being a missionary is amazing. People ask me how things are going and I say, "Good! Great! We're doing really well" and for the most part, this is actually true. We are doing well overall. Being a "missionary" is not really the hard part. There are so many other hard parts that I don't even know where to begin.

First, I want to emphasize that we do not doubt the Lord's calling for us to serve in Haiti. I am so thankful that even through the ups and downs we still feel confident that we are EXACTLY where the Lord wants us to be.

Has it been easy? Absolutely not! I don't think I've cried so much in my entire life. For those that know me, they will say this is a rare thing. I'm not a particularly mushy person. I've been through some tough stuff in my 42 years. Nothing has quite brought me to my knees as quickly as the mission field has. But, I guess that's really the point isn't it? To our knees is where the Lord calls us to be.

Still....it's not really fun when it feels like we've been shoved down against our will. Yes, I know we signed up for this, but somehow it seems like I wasn't quite aware of what I was raising my hand for. I think many of us feel this same way about adoption. If we had known all the details in advance, there is likely no way we would have raised our hand for some of this stuff.

I find myself in this humbling position once again: knowing the Lord called us to HARD, but not feeling entirely prepared for it. I will admit that there has been more then one moment where I have felt like saying to the Lord, "Really? Haven't we learned this already?" Or even "Haven't I suffered enough?" But then I realize, I'm not suffering to the degree so many people all over the world suffer daily. I tell myself to pull up my big girl pants and stop whining and then it seems like one more thing happens again.

I will outline some of the HARD things and no, it's not been the lack of amenities, reduced creature comforts, the instability/danger in the country, or even the lack of $$ that really has thrown us for a loop.

The primary HARD that I struggle with is the lack of Control.

I have a type A personality. I am relatively quiet and regulated, but I am also aggressive by nature. This means I lean towards being a control freak. I certainly can roll with the unexpected and I tend to thrive under pressure, but I have an underlying controlling nature. This is partly why I tend to be in leadership, management, director, or owner positions. I will be the first to admit that I am not a good employee. I know this about myself. I continue to work on it. The Lord has really worked in me over the years to correct some of my spunkiness. I am a work in progress! I am told I am softer then I used to be. Still...I'm hardly a pushover. I can be pushed some, but likely sooner vs later I will push back.

Now enter the mission field and boy have we been pushed. There was so much pushing going on from multiple directions that I began to feel quite bruised. The pushing that was happening to our kids was probably the hardest to take. It's tough to see your kids pushed to the ground in various ways. I'm not going to expand on the details in this particular post, but I will say we were not prepared for the kind of attacks that would come our way in regard to our kids, in regard to homeschooling, in regard to adoption, and in regard to a range of things that I suppose we should have expected, but weren't entirely prepared for.

We are a unique bunch. There are all kinds of opinions floating around about the fact that we do have so many children. For the most part, people are incredibly accepting. But....believe it or not, we are not always accepted. Generally speaking, I think we simply confuse people. There is the idea that we already have our mission field with so many kids. Why would we then proceed to do our children the injustice of bringing them "back" to Haiti? All I can say about this is GRRR..... (I try to not literally say that and instead explain how the Lord has called us) as they walk away in confusion shaking their heads.

I had heard that attacks would come from where we least expect it. I was even told those attacks would likely come from other believers. I took that information and stored it in my brain, but I had no idea how true this would be! I had no idea how HARD this would be. I do not even know how to describe what we have experienced except to say it was and still is to some extent incredibly painful.

But the Lord has been there with us and has made it abundantly clear that some changes needed to be made for the welfare of our entire family. It has been a really good, but change is hard. I am amazed by the doors that have been opened and how clear the Lord made many of the details. On the other hand, we can feel pulled in multiple directions when we move into the realm of Plan B and Plan C. There is a ton of pressure to know exactly what we are doing, but I will be incredibly honest in saying that I do not know "exactly" what the Lord has in store for us. We simply take one step forward in confidence that we are walking with the Lord. It can seem like a long winding road with no end in sight. We do not know exactly how it all works out, but that's the incredible thing about the Lord: He asks us to step out in faith. Where would faith come in if everything was clearly outlined before us? 

So, what happens when multiple elements come at us that are out of our control? For us personally, sometimes we have allowed fear to creep in. As many of you know, I'm not a particularly fearful person. It has even been pointed out to me by my oldest son that nothing scares me. Hmm....maybe I put up a good front or simply maybe less scares me the older I get. The longer I have been walking with the Lord, the less I am afraid of details and people, and the more I am afraid of not following the Lord or hearing the Lord clearly.

"You shall walk after Jehovah your God, 
and you shall fear Him. And you shall keep His commandments, 
and you shall hear His voice, and you shall serve Him, 
and you shall cleave to Him." ~Deuteronomy 13:4

In this whole journey, somehow I have found myself captured by fear. This is unique to me. I do not generally have fear of danger around us even though people are being pulled out of vehicles at gunpoint and robberies and unrest surround us. The primary fear that holds me, is the fear of not being there. I know this involves me questioning God's plan or maybe me questioning hearing God's plan accurately. Does God really want me to leave my aging mother in the USA to serve in another country? And then I am reminded by scripture:


"And everyone who has left houses 
or brothers or sisters or father or mother 
or wife or children or fields 
for my sake will receive a hundred times as much 
and will inherit eternal life"~Matthew 19:29

So, we are actually called to leave? hmm...This is tough stuff to wrap our minds around. And then in Luke, Jesus outlines The Cost of Following Jesus:

"As they were walking along the road, a man said to him, 
I will follow you wherever you go." Jesus replied, 
"Foxes have dens and birds have nests, 
but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.
He said to another man, "Follow me." But he replied, 
"Lord, first let me go and bury my father." Jesus said to him, 
"Let the dead bury their own dead, 
but you go and proclaim the kingdom of God."  
Still another said, "I will follow you, Lord:
but first let me go back and say goodbye to my family." 
Jesus replied, "No one who puts a hand to the plow 
and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God." ~Luke 9:57-62

Wow! This is tough stuff. Knowing it and believing it, is entirely different then the reality of living it. Leaving others that we love behind is one of the hardest things in our walk with the Lord.

I was in Atlanta a few weeks ago and could not return to Haiti for quite a few days due to the unrest. The family was "safe" but I could not get to them. This is a humbling experience and really showed me how much faith I was placing in things I could control instead of elements in God's control. I took comfort in the fact that I was just a plane ride away the same as we may place comfort if we are in the same state, same city, or 10 minutes away even though most accidents happen within a mile of our home. Thankfully, we had many prayer warriors praying for us during this process and I did eventually get home safely.

But then the fear crept in again. This time, it was the fear that I wouldn't be in the States. I realized clearly that I had not fully "left others behind" when I went to serve the Lord.  I came back to Oregon after 6 months and visited my aunt who is in a care center, my mom who was also under full time care, and my grown children (one of whom is developmentally delayed and autistic). Thoughts were drifting through my mind: What if I wasn't there when my mother passed away? She looked much older than when I saw her six months before. And what about Phuong? Yes, she wanted to be in the States and our oldest son was doing a good job caring for her, but it was like leaving our 7 year old behind even though she was 20 years old. Somehow leaving elderly and children behind was a tougher reality to me then leaving grown children, family members, and friends that could provide for themselves. It probably didn't help that Phuong cried each time we left. That ripped me up....

Releasing our grown children is tough. Leaving mother and children to serve is tough stuff, but it is what we are called to do. God has called us to move forward, looking ahead to what He has called us to instead of looking behind to the things that He has handled. Trusting in Him that He has it all covered is HARD! After writing this, the fear of not being there did in fact happen. My mom passed away the day after I returned to Haiti. My oldest son was there and Phuong was was there. She died in the front yard. Joseph had to call 911. He did CPR on Grandma Mei Mei. The paramedics tried to revive her, but determined it was too late as they were taking her to the ambulance. I was on the phone with the paramedics as they were trying to revive her. After 15 minutes, they called her time of death.

Two weeks later, it's still a surreal feeling: being an orphan. Not having either of your parents on this earth. I know I will see my mother again in heaven someday, but it is one of those things that I don't think you are ever prepared for. 

I realize logically there is nothing I could have done had I been there. Joseph did an amazing job being there for Grandma. He also did the best he could to protect Phuong from witnessing Grandma's death. When she stopped breathing, he was able to have Phuong go downstairs and listen to music and not really see the whole ordeal.

Throughout it all, we can see the Lord's hand in this process. I am thankful I was able to see my mom one last time. She passed away on Wednesday, March 4th. I bathed her and sat with her the Monday before she died. For those that do not know, we had been caring for my mom for many, many years. She never fully recovered from battling breast cancer 15 years ago. Her continual health struggles was one of the main reasons we did not go on the mission field sooner. Eventually, the Lord gave us peace about moving to Haiti and looking forward instead of looking behind. He gave us peace that she was in God's hands, not our own. She was in fact, a missionary kid herself. Her parents had left others behind in order to serve the Lord in China. Our oldest son Joseph had been caring for grandma for the past 8 years. Our incredible friend Brenda had been coming in and bathing her twice a week and faithfully taking her to the senior center over the years. She really was in good hands and I know it gave her peace to know that we were following in her parents footsteps and especially that we were following our calling to serve the Lord.

My mom will be greatly missed, but I am thankful she is now resting with the Lord in heaven. She was ready to go home. I had not seen her since August. It was like she was waiting to see me before she passed away. I was blessed by the ability to return to Oregon and then was blessed by the ability to return to the family when the news came. I was able to see my family and be there with them when they were processing the loss of grandma. I was able to hug Baby before leaving again (this would be our miracle Naomi who really at almost 5 years old should not be called "Baby", but she is likely our last baby and relishes the role of the youngest). I think back on my grandparents and the sacrifices they made. Each of them did not hear of their parents death until weeks or even months later. There was no option for them to return. They came back every seven years, literally on a slow boat from China, zigzagging across the ocean in order to avoid missiles during WWII.

Our great friends the LaTrays were able to stream the memorial service into Haiti.  Ron and the kids, were able to watch the service. I was able to catch the first flight out of the country. After a grueling 27 hours, I made it back to Oregon safely. My cousins Jennie and Dan hired a camera person to document the service. They had offered to try to fly Ron in, but it was more then just finances to get him to the states. With some of the unrest, I think it would have been harder to have him Stateside than having him in Haiti with the bulk of the family.

Reverend Cloyse Drake, who is the pastor that married Ron and I and also officiated my dad's funeral was able to serve at my mom's memorial service. My aunt Esther came out from Indiana and my cousin Amelia and her family flew up from California. My mom's oldest sister was also able to watch the memorial online, since her health is not very good to travel. Technology today is simply amazing! Ron's sister Richelle and her daughter Jamie literally dropped everything to help out. My sister did an incredible job with the brochure for the service. All of our grown kids in the states were able to make it to the service. Joseph has been a rock, but please pray for him! Joseph has been caring for grandma "mei mei" for the past 8+ years.

Thank you to everyone who has supported us through this loss. Your prayers are greatly appreciated! I'll attach the 7 minute video highlight of the service:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNTl0j1ioCA&feature=youtu.be



Sunday, March 15, 2015

Thank you, Friends

Post from David Sheppard (3rd oldest Sheppard)
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I cried today.

This afternoon, I plugged Julia's computer into the TV, connected it to the internet using a dongle, and went to the website Mr. LaTray emailed to Mom to view a live streaming of Grandma's memorial service. The rest of the Sheppards came into the living room and settled into their seats when I called out, "it's starting" and watched the TV making comments about who was attending like how tall Luke was getting and how wonderfully Mahala played the piano. Then the service started and Pastor Cloyse started with a prayer. Help us to cope with the grief that always surrounds the loss of a loved one. Next, he told the history of Grandma's life from her missionary childhood to her long battle with cancer. Both Mom and Aunt Esther gave testimonies on how great Grandma's impact was on their lives. Then Joseph played a slideshow to the song, "I Can Only Imagine". This was the point where I cried.

That slideshow with those pictures was beautiful sorrow and I couldn't contain my tears. Why should I feel this way? Grandma is happier now than she has ever been before and we should all be happy for her! Yet, I couldn't contain a tear as I watched the pictures from Grandma's past flash by and I thought about how wonderful she was. At that moment I was glad we all were able to observe the service from our home in Haiti. Grandma talked about China quite often and her experiences and stories about her father is what led me to study Chinese at college. I was talking with her last August about my plans to move to China as a missionary. She asked which part of China I would go to and how I would get there. She was always interested in the well-being of her family and friends.

Pastor Cloyse, as always, preached brilliantly and we are very thankful to him for that. As he mentioned, Cloyse has been a friend of the family for many years. He was the pastor at the church where Mom and Dad got saved. He performed Mom and Dad's wedding.  He was also the pastor who performed Grandpa's memorial service 10 years ago. We are glad God sent this man in our lives. Since the early 90s Pastor Cloyse has been saying to us, "Trust in God and follow His path". It's always great to be reminded of the love and magnificence of God. Thank you, Cloyse....

After the service and the final prayer, there was relief. Grandma is gone but not forever. We will see her again in heaven and we should be happy she no longer has to imagine what it is like to stand in God's presence. She can now sing Amazing Grace to the Lord of All!

Finally, I'd like to say a big "Thank you" to everyone who attended the funeral. I will try to mention you all by name here but, like Cloyse at the beginning of the service acknowledged about his ability to pronounce names, I must admit my memory and attentiveness isn't good enough to name everyone and therefore ask for your forgiveness if I forget to mention you or spell your name wrong.

Thank you to the Bryants: Aunt Laura, Uncle Jason, Tiffani, Kylee. It was great to see you and please know that you are in our prayers.

Thank you Cooks:  Mrs. Cook, Mahala, and Luke. The music was beautiful and we were glad to see you.

Thank you LaTrays: Mr and Mrs LaTray, Jacob (nice beard), Emily, Hannah, Sarah, and Jessica. The video feed worked wonderfully and your singing was beautiful.

Thank you to: Jennie and Dan Eddy, Uncle Jack, Randy, and Pat Shine.
Thank you: Amelia, Michael, Emily Pryor-Slade, and Aunt Esther.
Thank you to: Aunt Richelle and Uncle Mark, Caleb, Jamie, and Grandpa Ron.
Thank you: the Colvins and the Balls and the Fesslers. You've always been great friends and I'm glad you could be at the memorial.
Thank you: Pat Drake, Mike Bryant, Mariano, Rick,
And Thank You to everyone who is reading this post for your continued support. Please continue to pray for us.
God bless you!

~DWS

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Today I'm the Bug

I'm back in Oregon due to my mother's death. Although my mother was in poor heath for many years and battled breast cancer for 15 years, it's still a shock. Some things you are simply never ready for.

I felt the need to get a break from all the details and somehow got it in my mind that I would get my bike out and ride around a little bit. As some of you know, I had an accident years ago where I was hit by a drunk driver in a 4x4 truck while riding my bike. Ever since that unfortunate event, the bike and I have had somewhat of a love/hate relationship. I love the "idea" of riding, but I hate the reality of fear and anxiety that often creeps up in me when cars are zooming by. It's kinda an odd thing since I've been through many more significant traumatic events in my life that haven't had near the impact. There was something about being hit from behind and not being in control that really did a number on me.

Anyway.....I told myself to get over it already. It happened over 5 years ago. You are in fact a "trauma specialist".  Do some prolonged exposure and get back on the bike. So...I started searching around for my shoes, which were no where to be found. My husband sent a message saying maybe they were behind the door in the old room. Hmm...searched there. Searched everywhere. I was about ready to give up and then I moved a pile of junk and found the old box that I actually purchased the shoes in. Low and behold the shoes were inside the box. So, I had my shoes.  I put on my running pants. My padded butt pants were ripped off in the accident, but I didn't suppose I was going to ride for very long anyway. I grabbed a jacket, my license, and a credit card just in case I had to stop and pay for something. I had it in my mind I would go to the funeral home to pick up the death certificate.

BUT.....for some reason I hadn't thought about the fact that the bike had been sitting in the garage for years and the tires were flat. That's ok. My oldest son Joseph said he could help blow up the tires with the air compressor. So, we went out to the garage confident that we could tackle this small task. It didn't quite work that way. After messing around with the little valve, we couldn't get it to work. I tried to make some calls into Haiti, which further frustrated me because I couldn't get through with the poor internet connection we have been experiencing lately. But, when I was about to give up, I received a text from my husband explaining the catch on how to blow up the lovely tires.

We put some air in the tires and really had no idea what we were doing. This hadn't historically been my "job" back in the day when I attempted to be a bike rider. I just thought we could pump them up as much as possible and stop before we thought they would pop. Then, on second thought, we let some of the air out, for fear maybe they would pop as I was riding down the road.

So, armed with just about nothing. I started to get on the bike. I kept thinking.....something isn't right. I think I'm missing something. I was patting my butt thinking it must be the padding that I think I'm missing, but I've put on weight since I rode last, so I should be fine. Then I realized, didn't I used to ride with a helmet? hmm...might be a good idea. In fact, I think it may actually be a law or guideline or something that people actually follow in Oregon compared to Haiti where laws are kinda more like suggestions.

But...I had no idea where the helmet was. Joseph thought they were under the lean-to in the backyard, so I went back there and did in fact find two helmets. Geez....we have 14 kids and there are 2 helmets left? That's good at least. It means maybe we got rid of some junk before we moved to Haiti. There was one that was a pink toddler helmet that I didn't think would quite fit on my big head. The other looked ok, so I dusted the cobwebs off of it and strapped it on my head.

During the whole event of getting ready for the bike ride, I had many moments of thinking I should simply go back inside and eat a gallon of ice cream on the couch. But...I pushed through and told myself that it would be quite healthy to get out there in the sun and cold during this whole ordeal of my mother's death. I hopped on the bike and began down the road. I was actually feeling quite good. I passed my mom's old house (she originally lived 4 houses from us when we began caring for her many years ago). Later, she moved into the "big house" where I grew up and where the rest of us lived for years. I felt ok about passing the house. I had good memories of the many times I either ran or rode by the house and would stop in and see her. This was back in the day when I was halfway motivated to get in shape and could only force myself to do that by signing up for a marathon or the Seattle to Portland bike event.

Unfortunately, the injury happened before I ever was able to participate in the STP. It's still lingering in the back of my mind that maybe someday I may do that or a triathlon or some such thing.  Anyway...I was riding and breathing and not crying, so I felt like that was a success. Somehow that success was too good to be true. I had noticed on the short one block excursion that it must be garbage day. There's all kinds of garbage cans and yard debris bins on the sidewalks. Some of them were actually partially in the street. As I was riding by, one green garbage can started sliding out in front of me. I actually thought, "Really, Lord. Really?" It wasn't a very God honoring moment. I was having a hard enough time staying up let alone dodging objects coming my way.

But...I missed the rolling green can only to hit the curb with my wheel. That was ok. It was a close call. The stupid part was that I completely forgot that my feet were clipped in on the bike. I went to put my foot down and crashed to the ground. ugh...ugh...ugh..


I felt like Joseph two days ago: going though the motions only to realize that I had forgotten an important element in the process. He's been caring for my mom, his grandma mei mei, for the past 8 years. He got up to fix her oatmeal and realized while he was walking to her room that she wasn't there anymore. hmm....This is sad stuff. I remember after my dad died that there were many times that I would think about picking up the phone and calling him or telling him something only to realize that I could no longer do that.

There were some teenage kids walking by as well as some construction people that tried to be compassionate in the whole me-falling-on-my-face incident. Somehow it made it worse that there was an audience to my stupidity, but nothing was really damaged in the process except my ego.

I picked myself up and went around the block. I got to Glencoe Road and turned back toward the house. The whole time I felt like I had the angel and the devil sitting on each shoulder. One was telling me to just go back to the house. You gave it a good try. You're 40 something years old. Your mom just died. Just GO HOME. The other was telling me to buck up and accomplish your task. By this point I felt the tears and that made me even more frustrated with myself. I've been an off-and-on water faucet since I heard the news. Actually, it was that way even before I heard the news. I had started a post about that before my mom even died. Maybe I'll get back to that post about conflicted feelings in the near future.

As many of you know, I'm a stubborn person. I'm ultra aggressive. Possibly a bit on the obsessive compulsive side. There was no way I was going to go home and sit there and cry and eat bon bons. I sucked it up and rode past the house towards the funeral home. The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful. There were some trucks that passed me, but I didn't flip out and get off the bike. There were times where I used to have full blown panic attacks when a truck would pass by me. Maybe I'm low enough that my life or death really isn't entering my mind today. Either way, it was a blessing that I felt ok.

I picked up the death certificate and road my little behind home. Ok...maybe I wasn't the bug. It's kinda a toss up on whether I was the windshield or the bug today. I'll say I was actually the windshield because even though I have felt squashed on that ride and within the past few days, I'm still moving along.

I appreciate everyone's thoughts and prayers through this process!


Saturday, March 7, 2015

Please Pray for Us

Blog Post from David Sheppard (3rd oldest in the Sheppard Family)

I'm writing to tell you about a family tragedy. I ask for your prayers as we struggle through this sad time. Wednesday, we received a phone call from our older brother Joseph who lives in Oregon with Grandma and Phoung. He was the bearer of bad news. Grandma had passed away.

Mom left for Oregon Thursday morning and will be tasked with arranging everything necessary to properly address this loss. Aunt Rachel took a couple of days off to help Mom while Phoung went to stay with Aimee (a close friend) for a few days as the family adjusts.

Here I would like to say a few things about my grandmother.

Growing up, I remember always having a loving and helping grandmother. Grandma was always available to help with the kids throughout the years. Helping and teaching others was a common theme in Grandma's life. Grandma was a missionary kid who grew up in China during the '30s and '40s. After moving to Oregon she became a beloved school teacher until she retired. She also helped many of us learn how to read and she always cared about us and frequently asked us how we were and how she could help. She loved to talk about her missionary childhood and one of my favorite stories was about her pet rabbit in a culture where rabbits were simply food and never pets. 

Grandma greatly influenced our desire to become missionaries. For years we had talked about moving to China or Haiti, but we were never sure it was the right decision. Some people questioned what that would be like for all of the children. So we talked to Grandma and decided that if she could leave her friends and family behind in the days before the internet and before commercial airlines, then there is no reason we can't also.

The cliche thing to say is, "she's in a better place". The good news is that's true. She was a believer and she is now with her father in heaven. We just ask for your prayers to help us find closure and ease the grief we feel from this loss.

Thank You,

~DWS

Monday, January 26, 2015

My Teen Sabotages Everything I Do!

What do we do when our teen sabotages everything that we do? We are told that we need to spend "special time" with our child, preteen, or teenager, but our special time turns into a nasty argument and is anything BUT special. What do we do when they cross their arms, have their hoods over their heads, refuse to make eye contact, and everything out of their mouth is insulting? What do we do when our teen is not only confrontational, but physically aggressive and punches holes in walls when we ask them a simple question? What do we do when we reach out to our teen only to be rejected again and again? What do we do when we really don't want to subject ourselves to further abuse and begin to distance ourselves from our teen? What do we do when the only peace we have in the home is when our teen is away or isolating themselves in their rooms?

 
These are just a few of the scenarios adoptive families often face on a daily basis. It is a hard road to be on day in and day out.  I will be the first to admit that I am not the perfect parent. I have made many mistakes over the years. I've even had moments of telling my teen to simply take a hike. If you don't like it in our family, go ahead and go. See how that works out for you (that was once on a miserable camping trip) with our just turned 18 year old. I've had moments of confrontation that in hindsight, I never should have engaged in. I did not see the warning signs. The blowups seemed to come out of nowhere. On the surface, our teen or child could seem relatively compliant, but behind closed doors, they were a different person. I myself am somewhat of an assertive person (ok...that may be an understatement). I do not take well to being pushed around, so I had a difficult time "backing down" when I felt like I was being manipulated by an angry teenager.


The challenges that families face with adopted teens are complex. Families often seek help in a range of ways, but many of these attempts are unsuccessful. There are many reasons that the outcome is so poor. Partially, we may be seeking help from individuals that have very limited experience and training in adoption, attachment, and trauma. Another reason is simply that we're already on the slippery slide downward. Even if someone with training or experience reaches out to grab our hand, the current is too strong. They can't stop the spiral down. I've been on both sides of this. I've been on that downward spiral. I've also been on the counseling end where I have wished families had gotten help sooner.


I want to encourage families that there is hope! Things may not always or even often go in the direction we had hoped, but God is still in control even within chaos. I know that it can feel like we are in a bottomless pit and there's no way out. There may not be ONE way out of our situation, but there are many strategies that can help. We have adapted to "try" to prevent responding in crisis. We aren't always successful, but overall we do better each and every year. We've tried numerous strategies or interventions. Some have been good and some not so good.

If there is ONE strategy that I would place at the very top of the list, it would be to simply spend TIME with your teen, preteen, or child. I've recommended special time for many years now and some families have jumped on that idea, but made the process way too elaborate. They've taken their teen to the movies or paint balling or camping. Maybe they even had a good time, but nine times out of ten times, a few months go by and the family ceases to do these activities. They were a good idea at the time, but they were too difficult to sustain long term with a busy family. OR....it was a miserable experience and the family doesn't continue because their teen is hateful or argumentative, so the family didn't find "special time" all that special.


I'll admit there has been seasons where special time has not worked in our family. In fact, we're still finding our niche on the mission field and how to coordinate special time with the logistics of living in Haiti. It is so very important though to establish this in a family unit.

Special time or individual time has made such a big impact that I'm really not sure why I didn't incorporate it sooner. I believe we implemented it about 8-10 years ago and have tweaked it over the years. We have done four times a month instead of once a week. This way we have a little slush time. These are the times where our kids will talk to us about their adoption, talk about what's bugging them, complain about their life, share their feelings and frustrations, and just be there with us during some tough moments in their lives.

The way we do special time really makes or breaks this strategy. Here's a few things we've learned over the years.

I have a calendar and put their names on the bottom with four boxes after their names. I also put my name, my husband's name, and our names together for date night on the calendar. I want the kids to see that we are also important to ourselves and our time together is valued.

There are only three rules to Special Time that are key to success with this strategy:

1. Anywhere you want to go. This is really the main point with special time. We are placing the control back in the hands of our teen. They choose where you go and the parent is along for the ride. This is because so many clients would say to me that the parents "have to" spend time with them and don't really want to do what they want to do. I will say though that there is no "opt out" option in our family. If the teen is grumpy and doesn't care and doesn't want to go anywhere and flat out refuses to pick a place to go, they can then roam around in the grocery store with me for an hour. Usually they will pick something, but not always.

2. We're there and back within an hour (or 20 minutes for younger kids). This element limits the choices that the teen has. It has to take an hour or less. We did this for a few reasons. One is that we have 14 kids, but I think we probably only had 8 or so when we started this. Time though was a consideration when I set the guidelines for our special time. Another factor was to always end on a good note. Often parents stay too long at the party. The longer the outing, the more likely it is to begin to turn into a nightmare. We have also found that shorter time with more frequency and consistency is more effective. Our teens have to be able to count on special time. The longer it is, the less likely it is that we will be able to squeeze the time out of our day/week/or month for many seasons in our lives.

3. It doesn't cost any money. This is also very strategic. As soon as we place $$ on an outing, the special time becomes about the activity or event. So many teenage clients of mine would say that their parents just want to buy them stuff or will take them to the store to shop. The teen feels like they are being paid off to be compliant. The parent may just want to buy them some clothes and have a good time with them, but the teen rarely sees it that way. We want the focus to not be on the event or what we are doing or providing them with.

There are also some key Tips that come with Special Time:

Give them the Pen Have them mark down on the calendar themselves. This may seem inconsequential, but it is a key element. Have them literally mark it off on the calendar. This is the same concept as what we would do if we were memorizing something. We may write a spelling word over and over again in order to learn it. Writing it down can increase the ability of our brain to absorb the information. Many teens say to me that their parents NEVER spend any time with them, but the parents do in fact spend all kinds of time with them. They spend hours upon hours a week with their teen, but it's not designated as special time and it doesn't really sink in as time that they are "together" with the parent. This concept also shows our teen a past, a present, and a future. For kids from hard places, this generally lowers anxiety.

Marking things down and spending individual time with EVERYBODY is also huge in addressing jealousy that may be seen in the home. I'm the first to admit to my kids that life isn't fair. BUT....this gives them one piece of fair in a very unfair and harsh world. Our kids have been hurt deeply over the years and they have become conditioned that life will let them down and people will let them down. There is no consistent future for them. Maybe tomorrow the police car will drive up and take them to a new home (in their mind). We have to find strategies that show our teen the consistency of next week and next month (even if they were adopted as a baby). I have even had adult kids say to me, "How come my name isn't on the calendar anymore?" They want to spend time together. They certainly did not originally or at seasons in their lives, but we've set a consistency that they not only begin to rely on, but begin to look forward to.




Place It in the Open Have our special time list out where everyone can see it. Hopefully place it where we walk by it numerous times every day. Again, this may seem obvious, but unless we are continually reminded, our good intentions may be pushed to the sidelines. Unless I see the calendar, mark off the times, and consciously calculate out when I will squeeze the time into the week, I will not do it. This means I have to put close to 20 hours a week aside for "special time". Some Saturdays I would simply take one person, then the next, then the next. The last week of every month is often busy because I'm "catching" up on special time. This is not always the case, but there is a commitment to follow through on what we have committed to.

Make it Flexible Another reason I do not have certain days for "special time" has to do with a hectic schedule (which most of us have). If we plan every Monday, inevitable something conflicts on a Monday and their special time goes away. If it is flexible, we can simply say, "Hey, I have an hour. Who wants to go on special time?" I always hear "me, me me" but will then look at the calendar and say "someone who only has gone twice so far" or whatever the scenario is. This special time also incorporates everyone in the family. We are not singling out the troubled kids or the adopted kids because we are trying to "fix" them or bond with them. These are some of the thoughts that teens have expressed in my office. Their parents want to "fix" them and they are offended by that thought process. With this format, we are simply spending individual time with each person in the family. It gives everyone a format of individual time where they can choose to share their thoughts and/or feelings or simply just be with us without sharing anything at all.

SELF Talk Our temptation is to spit out a bunch of words to our teen. Maybe we want to try to draw them into a conversation or maybe we simply want to understand why they continue to do various things. We want to help them. We may think we have this prime opportunity to pick their brain or share our incredible wisdom. Don't do it! Keep telling yourself not to do it. Do more self talk internally than external talk that is not even being heard by your teen. If you have to spend the whole hour internally telling yourself (or trying to convince yourself) that you like your teen, that's ok. It is more important than the words they are not going to hear coming of your mouth anyway. Maybe you don't like anything about your teen and it takes everything in you to refrain from telling them how unhappy you are about their behavior or how you wish they would be invested in their wellbeing. If this is the case, spend the hour reframing your thought process. Only allow yourself to think positive things about your teen during that hour. Do not allow yourself to think positive things on what you hope they will do or how you pray for them to change.  Focus on the now for that hour and find what is good about them even if nothing changes. You'll have plenty of time the rest of the day to think about all the things you wish were different in your lives.

There has been times when the only positive thing I could think of was hmm....I like that shirt they have on, but then my mind would drift to....and there's dirt all over it, and they have it on backwards, and didn't I tell them to put that shirt in the wash?  I would really have to concentrate on not letting my mind go down a negative spiral. This may be hard for non-adoptive parents to understand. It is unfathomable that you can have nothing good to say or feel about your child or teen. They have not lived with your child or teen to understand how easy it is to get in a downward spiral. They are not staring at your child everyday and the look of hatred on their face. When you are battling against destruction every moment of every day, liking the teen is nearly impossible. This is HARD work! In fact,  it is probably easier to think kind thoughts about an angry teen than to think good thoughts about an unresponsive teen that just sits with his hood up, arms crossed, uses one word answers, glares at you like they wish you were dead, etc. It is incredibly difficult to be around a grumpy person all the time.

Allow your teen to talk to you or be willing to sit in silence (not angry silence, but peaceful silence). Be kind, be polite, be responsive, but let them lead the conversation. Do not allow their mood to impact your mood. Generally after 2-4 times, teens will talk. I will often hear teens planning what they are going to say weeks in advance to their parents. They know they will have opportunity and they can formulate their thoughts in advance. These are the times when my teens have talked about their birth families, their heartbreaks, their internal struggles, and about all the pain they have been through.

Regulate Yourself Be happy and content with yourself during this time. Focus on your own breathing and your own attitude. Model appropriate behavior. Often we are inadvertently responding to our child's discontent or anger. We may not even realize the tension we are experiencing each moment of every day. Remember that whatever we are feeling, our teen is likely feeling times 100. If we are annoyed, multiple that and realize they are feeling that way. If we are sad or angry or scared, that is what they are feeling. Push those feelings aside for an hour one time a week. Focus on the tension in our shoulders, the expression on our face, the bite to our response. Consciously be HAPPY! Do not worry about solving the world's problems or your teens problems in that hour. Look around. See the sky. Watch the birds. Be happy in simply breathing in and out.

We likely have become a person that has lost the ability to find happiness in the simple day to day things. We are consumed by our teen and the negative attitude. We begin to expect the worst because we have been conditioned to respond that way. We begin to protect ourselves. If our teen continually lies to us, we begin to expect lies. If they continually steal, we begin to not trust them. In turn, we guard our heart and inadvertently label them as a liar and a thief. It's ok. It's normal. Of course we protect ourselves, but begin to turn around this thought process in that one hour each week.

Special Time is a GIFT This is one thing that will NEVER be revoked or taken away. Spending time with your teen is never based on behavior. You can't earn more of it (at least not on the calendar in this format) and you can't sabotage your way out of it. In fact, I deliberately take my kids/teens on special time after they have done something I am unhappy about. There's a couple reasons that I do this. One is that it helps me to separate the actions from the person. Maybe I want to give the teen a piece of my mind about stealing or lying or whatever else they did. It helps me to practice putting the behavior aside and focusing on the person. The consequence for whatever it is they did will still stand, but it won't be discussed during special time. Because special time is already outlined, taking them is not a reward for their behavior either. Another reason that I try to take them soon after they've done something "bad" is because I don't want to reinforce the belief that they are inherently bad. Many teens that I work with believe that underneath, they were bad and therefore they were adopted. They may have even been adopted as an infant and still hold this belief. With special time, I am trying to reinforce that just because you may do bad things, does not mean you are a bad person.
                                                                                                                               
Put Electronics Away Toss your phone and your teen's phone and/or iPod in the glove box. Leave them there for the entire hour. Even if they just sit there with their arms crossed, the hood over their head, and blankly staring out the window, it's ok. Don't try to force a conversation or compliance with them looking at you. Generally after a couple of times, the teen will loosen up and begin to engage in conversation. Think about Good Will Hunting. As a mental health professional, there are many aspects of that movie that are really inappropriate and it certainly does not present good mental health practice, but there is something to be said for how Robin Williams waited things out. He simply sat there for a couple sessions instead of trying to drag out superficial stuff from Matt Damon. He wanted the investment and for him to engage vs. the other way around. Remember control with our kids. If they feel like they are not in control, you have limited success. We need to be able to create environments where they feel in control. We need to create an atmosphere where they know we will not give up on or abandon them regardless of how much they try to push us away.

"What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, 
and one of them has gone astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine 
on the mountain and go in search of the one that went astray? 
And if he finds it, truly, I say to you, he rejoices over it more than over the 
ninety-nine that never went astray. So it is not the will of my Father who is in 
heaven that one of these little ones should perish" ~Matthew 18:12-14

 *In the future, these posts will be placed on our other blog www.adoptioncounseling.blogspot.com



                                                                                                                                                               

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Guilt & Shame Seen in Adoption

With me, I know guilt and shame has been a big battle in our adoptions. I severely underestimated this element. Keep in mind that the core issues in adoption (control, guilt/shame, loss, identity, intimacy, grief, rejection/abandonment) affect not only our adopted children, but also us as adoptive parents, and the birthparents of our children.
Guilt

Over twenty years ago, we felt called to adopt. We certainly were not ashamed of that, nor did we feel guilty about it. There may have been some not so nice comments about what it may do to our other children and whether it was fair to sacrifice for the purpose of adoption, but I honestly just blew off those comments. It was not a sacrifice to adopt. Yes, our first adoption cost more then our annual income, but we were on fire for the Lord and knew without a doubt that we were walking with the Lord in the direction He was calling us. Never once did it feel like a sacrifice until.....

The small sacrifices began to add up and add up and the degree of trauma had to be dealt with on a daily basis. Guilt began to seep in and shame came hand in hand. When our daughter was diagnosed with a blood borne disease we began to be treated differently. When we adopted more and more special needs children, the treatment began to change as well. And adopting a black child (regardless of the fact that we had adopted transracially) brought forward new challenges. We began to respond not so much in shame, but in a fear of response based on treatment by others. I was honestly unaware of the underlying core issue of guilt for many years.

Slowly and surely, elements of guilt began to plague us.  I had to continually tell myself that these things I was feeling "guilty" about were superficial things. Just things like not being able to take X number of kids somewhere because it would cost a small fortune.  It was different when we had 2 or 3 kids. The larger our family got, the more we cut expenses in order to afford so many children. I  remember standing in the butter isle at the grocery store distraught around the holidays because I wanted to buy butter instead of margarine, but we couldn't afford it. That was a pretty minor thing looking back, but it hurt nonetheless and added to the feeling of guilt.

I also remember just four years ago experiencing once again a distinct feeling of shame at Sonrise Church. I was about the only English speaking person in line for free food at a church where they have a food panty. I felt a little bit out of place. It was a humbling experience. There was an amazing person that would oversee their program. I wish I remembered her name... Anyway....she checked me in one day and as I was filling out all the information, she made some comment on us having so many children, and I burst into tears.

For me, to be emotional was shocking because I'm not a person to wear my heart on my sleeve.  I'm sure hormones contributed. Our daughter was born three months early and spent two months in the NICU. She proceeded to need heart surgery and the reason we were getting the "free food" was because we had a 28K hospital bill above and beyond what our insurance would pay and above and beyond the 20K we had already put into that particular adoption experience. In that moment, I didn't feel guilty. I simply felt really, really sad. I do not regret our adoptions, but there is grief over some of the details that have come with the adoption experience.

There have been moments that I have felt guilty for the financial sacrifice on the entire family unit. All of our children joined our family privately or internationally and it has been an expensive process in so many ways. But....so many people have gathered around and supported us. We even went to our mailbox one day when our other daughter was rushed to the hospital to remove her kidney due to a tumor and discovered close to 2K in cash. There's just been blessing upon blessing with this whole process. Our oldest son would joke that we were the local charity because there would be bread at the door when we arrived home. It's been a relatively common occurrence for people to think we're an orphanage. After all, we drove a bus around town and have a HUGE family.

But...the biggest guilt factor has been the baggage/trauma that we've inadvertently exposed our other children to. It is not something we originally raised our hand for. I don't think anyone in their right mind would raise their hand for this junk. I think people are often raising their hands for adoption, but not realizing what they are getting into. In fact, sexual abuse in particular was one of the items we considered ourselves "not up for" before beginning the adoption process. I realize now, it was naive to go into the adoption process without being prepared for this element. The vast majority of children coming out of orphanages have a sexual abuse history. The vast majority of children in foster care have the same element. Many, many toddlers and very young children also have this history.

On one hand, I believe bringing in this degree of trauma has made our entire family unit stronger. We have all learned skills in working with kids from hard places and it has strengthened our compassion for others. It has also protected our kids in some ways from abuse by others. Abuse does not only come through adoption. A high percentage of individuals, just in the general population, have an abuse history on some level. This fact alone impacts how adoptive parents respond to the trauma elements of our children. The adoptive parents themselves may likely have an abuse history. If there is one thing I would advise, it would be to start taking a really close look at ourselves and our own history.

On a positive side, our kids have, by necessity, been educated on grooming behaviors, the need for appropriate boundaries, recognizing predatory behavior, and a range of other things in order to protect themselves. On the other hand, I'm sad that they've had to grow up quickly. They've learned some tough things that no children should ever really have to learn.

Don't get me wrong, we don't have imminent danger in our home currently and we actually have not been in that place for many years now. There was a VERY tough season in our lives many years ago and I honestly pray that we never go back to that place, but it has shaped the way we operate our entire family unit. Our kids do not play in bedrooms together. Actually, no two children are alone together in our home at anytime. They all do activities in the living room out in the open. We have schedules and rotations on where people are at in the home. If someone wants private time/alone time, that is scheduled and we need to know about it. Basically, kids do not just walk off to their room or even just walk off to the bathroom. The girls' bedrooms are on one floor and the boys are on another. The girls and boys have separate bathrooms, etc. There are just logistics (house guidelines) that we have changed in order to have a firm safety plan in our home. I wish I had taken these precautions 15-20 years ago, but I did not realize the risks we had in the home. Thankfully, it became apparent before anyone was seriously harmed, but there were so many scary years during that time frame.

I look at our youngest and I am so incredibly thankful that she has not experienced what our older kids experienced. Many years ago, we lived in crisis management. We have since adopted children with even more significant issues, but it has not been nearly as traumatic simply because we've been more prepared with a strategy in place.

Understanding the core issue of guilt and shame has been helpful in this process. Not only do we experience guilt and shame, but our children that have joined our family through adoption also feel a tremendous amount of guilt and shame. This can display in a whole range of ways.

Ways to lessen guilt and shame in your teen:

Find ways to connect with your teen. I know this is much easier said then done, but I cannot emphasize this element enough. At one time we had seven kids under 12 years old and I thought that was time consuming. I have memories of pushing a cart in the grocery store with a baby in the cart and three on each side holding on. Those moments were nothing compared to parenting teenagers. We now have 6 teenagers (and a bunch of older kids and younger kids) and our time together is much more complex then simply pushing a grocery cart in the store. I can't ask them to simply "hold on" while I move along. They are not a captive audience. Teens are at a stage of development where they are breaking away from parents and establishing their own identity.  Individual time with your teen or child is essential in this process.

Acknowledge the reality of adoption. Look at some of the tough things that adoption has brought into your lives and acknowledge the reality. That doesn't mean I believe we should live there, but don't be afraid to step in the mud and swim around for a while. I relate working though core issues in adoption as going to those expensive spas I have never been to. People pay big bucks to have mud smeared all over them and apparently then they come out on the other side "better" then what they were before. I think this is true with our kids that come from hard places as well. We have to schedule our mud spa time where we will delve into some messy core issues such as our child's past, our past, and really look at how it has affected us. Many teens (or even most in my experience) feel shame surrounding the circumstances of their birth. They may feel guilty because they "should" feel happy~ after all, they were chosen. Allow your teen to feel sad. Just because adoption was a happy experience for us (at least initially), does not mean it was a happy experience for our child.

Initiate conversations about birth parents. I mentioned this in the last post and I'll mention it again in regard to guilt and shame. They may feel guilty for wanting a relationship with their biological family. There is so much guilt that teens express in my office revolving around questions about their birth family.  They may have been a baby when they were adopted, but have an underlying belief that if only they were a better baby and didn't cry as much, maybe they would not have been adopted.

They may swing between wishing they were never adopted to being very thankful for their adoption. They may understand logically the reasons surrounding their adoption, but still feel like they really don't understand why this happened to them. They may very likely say that they are just fine with their adoption. They may also say that they never think about their birth family and do not want to talk about their birthmother. BUT....Many teens hold a common belief that something is intrinsically wrong with them that caused them to be placed for adoption. This belief is intertwined with thoughts of the birthfamily.

Be sensitive of your teens possible need to connect with their past. I remember years ago helping out with Chinese heritage camps. One of the coordinators wanted to do an adult adoptee panel and they were looking for a participant (adult adoptee) that was doing well in life and had not done a homeland tour or search. I connected them with a person that I had grown up with that had been adopted from Korea as a toddler. She was doing very well in life. She did well throughout high school. She graduated with honors. She went on to college. She had a successful career. She had married a nice guy. She had a good relationship with her adoptive parents. There really was no "drama" to be seen in her life. She was on the surface a perfect adoption story. She stated she was completely content and had no interest in doing a "search" for her family or to even go to Korea to visit, but yes she would be happy to share about her amazing adoption experience. I thought she would be a good balance to the other participants that had chosen to search and did express turmoil surrounding their adoption. Keep in mind, just because your teen does not express a need to connect with their past, does not mean they aren't thinking about it.

Listen to adult adoptee panels. Learn from them. What my friend thought she would express to adoptive parents and what she ended up expressing were two entirely different things. She had basically always told herself that she was happy and thankful to be adopted. She had never allowed herself to go to the grief, to the shame, or to the pain that was involved in adoption. The core elements of adoptions continued to eat away at her, unbeknownst to her friends or family. One interesting element when listening to adult adoptee panels is we will often hear very similar thoughts and feelings from adult adoptees regardless of whether they were adopted at birth, at 2 years old, 10 years old, or at 16. The core elements are there regardless of the age of their adoption.


I see many clients that are 20 years old, 30 years old, 40 years old, or even 60+ years old that come to me because they finally begin to realize that adoption is a piece of what is going on in their lives. They begin to see the impact of adoption on their relationships. They realize adoption has affected their interaction with others.  Basically, there is a degree of unrest in their lives and they want to change that fact.

Know the core issues in adoption and discuss them with your teen. Maybe your teen will say, none of these things matter to them. They may believe this to be true in the moment. On the other hand, that same adult that was on the panel did an interview with her adoptive parents. The parents said, "We tried to talk about her heritage and talk about her history, but she wasn't interested, so we didn't push" After all, she seemed to adjust just fine in life. This is a common response. The adult adoptees response is often, but I was a child or a teen. Of course I said it didn't matter. I didn't know how to talk about what I was feeling. I didn't even know why I was feeling the way I was feeling.

Allow a format to talk. I'll talk a little more about "special time" and how to outline it in a future post. But, for now I will say that we often are not allowing undivided time to talk to our teens. Many clients will say to me that their parents never spend time with them or talk to them. The parents on the other hand will say they spend all kinds of time with them and the teenager doesn't want to spend time with them. The parents take the teen to events or to all kinds of sports of activities. They may have one or two kids and spend hours alone with them in the car, but the teen does not view that time as spending time with them. Teens will basically say to me, "Yes, but they have to take me to that event or they had to take me shopping or they just want to buy me stuff or they don't really want to spend time with me". What we are doing and what our teen interprets as the reasons for what we are doing may be two different things. This why the way we outline our special time is so important. More on this in the near future.......

What ways do address guilt and shame in your adoption? Do you as a parent ever feel a sense of guilt? Do you have strategies that help lessen guilt and shame in your child? Please feel free to comment and share your experiences as well! I hope that we can all learn from each other on this incredible journey of adoption.


These trials will show that your faith is genuine. 
It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold--
though your faith is far more precious than mere gold. 
So when your faith remains strong through many trials, 
it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day 
when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world. 
~1 Peter 1:7