When to Write

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About a month ago, I wrote a post discussing where we are at in dealing with RAD.  When I finished I was unsure about posting it.  I set it up to post late in the week, so I would have time to think and pray about it.  I woke up suddenly in the early morning the day it was to post realizing I still was uncertain.  I felt my way through the dark to my laptop and removed the post.  I filed it with my documents and thought I might use the post the next week with some revisions made to it.

The next week rolled around and guess what?  My computer crashed.  I lost the post because I hadn't backed up my documents in the last several months.  I decided this was my answer.  I should not make that post.

Here was my dilemma.  I wanted to share in order to reach out and minister to other families dealing with this disorder.  It is a difficult challenge.  I've needed the encouragement from others.  I've needed to know that I'm not alone.  I've needed to know these bizarre behaviors were normal for RAD.  However, my son is growing up.  He's becoming a young man.  The things I share are personal.  They are his struggles.  The problems are his.  Out of respect for him, I cannot continue to share our challenges.  I would not want someone else talking about my deep struggles.  Therefore, I cannot do this to my son. 

Maybe someday he will share with you.  Lord willing, he will experience complete healing.  I pray he will then be able to minister to others who deal with Reactive Attachment Disorder. 

Until that time I pray God will help me to use discretion about when to write and when not to write.

(Note: If your family deals with RAD, please feel free to contact me at tashales2@gmail.com.  I would be glad to communicate with you on a more personal and private level.)

Comments

  1. Loved by HimAugust 30, 2012 at 2:37 AM

    I think you are spot-on for not posting. I'm not sure I would want my mother posting her perception of all my issues to the entire world. I think the way you handled it is wise.

    On a completely different note, I too struggled with the post I put up tonight. It's true but it's not really an American concept (African, yes). It could so easily be misconstrued. I went for it though. Hopefully it will minister to some but if not, then it is an expression of the joy of the Father that leaves no one out.

    Melissa

    http://memorizationandmeditation.blogspot.com

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