08/07/2021
I made a playlist of songs I would listen to over & over again in the hospital those three months we were inpatient with our foster son. Only songs that were happy & upbeat made it on there. When we finally got home in March I stopped playing my music on repeat & went back to our chaotic & busy life outside of the hospital; not to mention I had listened to that playlist so much I was hearing the songs in my sleep.
This week, 130 days after we discharged from the hospital, I decided to turn my playlist back on while doing laundry.
When the first song came on, Immediately I felt this icky heaviness in my stomach. I got more annoyed about how much laundry I had to do. The next song came on & then the next; I became restless & increasingly irritated, almost angry. I started to question if I drank enough coffee that morning or if I was hangry or maybe I didn’t get enough sleep the night before, but I just continued to fold the clothes.
Then another song came on & I had a flashback of a specific picture from the hospital. I could see his body with wires & bruises & needle holes. Everything came flooding back. The same physical fear came over me that I had felt so many of those days sitting in that room. In my head I could hear his shrill screams & remember leaning over the hospital bed, with his hand in mine, tears falling down my face while singing this song quietly in his ear, hoping he would stop.
I realized about halfway into that song I was reliving hospital trauma that I had forgotten about or suppressed or thought was long removed. I turned off the music, but all day I had to fight this lingering agitation that remained.
This is what trauma does—besides physically changing brain structures, it can produce intense emotions & behaviors out of no where. Everything can be fine for our kiddos for days or weeks or even months like they were for me & then, they’re not. It can be hard for people to recognize trauma or process how something invisible can so quickly cause these behaviors in our kids that outside eyes see as “bad”.
But If a few songs triggered trauma behaviors in a trauma trained, self-aware adult like me, imagine how smells, sounds, touch, foods or even words can affect our children with little coping mechanisms & brains that are still developing.
So maybe when he knocks his oatmeal bowl to the ground & storms off it’s not because he really wanted pancakes; but because it reminds him of the summer he was removed & all he was given to eat was dry oatmeal three times a day, but he can’t yet verbalize his feelings.
Or the smell of your garden makes her weep uncontrollably, not because she doesn’t want to help you, but because her & her momma had started growing one together before she was removed.
Or maybe when he’s screaming at you, he’s not being bad, maybe it’s really to drown out the flashbacks he’s having of his abuser laying on top of him.
So when those times arise & we can see these children struggling, we need to be willing to look beyond our definition of “bad behaviors” & walk them through what could quite possibly be past trauma rearing it’s ugly head.
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