Toilet training is progressing. Hope has had one accident every day. She is dry more often then not when she wakes up.
She is definitely RAD. At the school yesterday, she spent an hour and a half climbing up everybody’s leg- teachers, parents, other kids. It was so obvious that even the densest psychologist in the district picked up on it- and she is very dense.
Hope is desperately afraid of being abandoned and just about everything else. She won’t talk about any of it, but she is afraid of the dark, bugs, bats, snakes, squirrels, and has to be within 3 or 4 feet of the Dad or I at all times. She is fine with the Dad. With me, it seems she needs to be that close so she can attack me. Today I have been head butted, elbowed in the face, and bitten on the hand.
We are using time in- Hope is currently right next to me wiping up the water she threw.
Right now she is focusing on being between GB and every/any body else. I have not figured out how to thwart that.
Yesterday, Hope told me her Texas mother was dead. We haven’t heard from any of them. Still working on that post.
The weekend should be easier with both adults home.