Reactive Attachment Disorder Diagnosis for Your Child
Reactive Attachment Disorder diagnosis isn’t like Down syndrome or Muscular Dystrophy in that the condition (as others that are mental rather... Read More →
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To Sing Frogs Chapter 17b
Bill’s voice was chipper as ever despite having just completed an equivalent trip to Amy’s and mine. I called him in his room just after checking... Read More →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 17a
Chapter 17 Chasing the Sun My cell phone rang as we sat at the gate in Detroit watching stationary airplanes while waiting to board the flight... Read More →
Reactive Attachment Disorder World: Life is Never Boring
Several of my children live in Reactive Attachment Disorder World. We’re trying to teach them how to live in their new world, but I’m... Read More →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 16b
The children were in the playroom sitting on the floor and singing a song while doing hand gestures. I was numb. Katya rushed to us for hugs and... Read More →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 16a
Chapter 16 Trust Us For Amy it was Kirrill. For me, leaving Katya would tear out my heart. Of course Kirrill had a cold. He was in a hospital... Read More →
How to Soothe our Pain When we Can’t Help who we Want to Help
Marina was seven and Jula was five, like my daughter-to-be. I don’t know how old Jenya, Maksím, André, Dasha, Ksenya and Natasha were, but it... Read More →
A Very Simple Explanation of Reactive Attachment Disorder
Emily was fifteen when she left her Russian orphanage to join our family and her biological younger sisters. (We had adopted them a... Read More →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 15d
“Five hundred.” “How can I help you if you don’t tell me the truth?” Tatiana looked helplessly at Stass. “Six hundred.” “Dr. Tatiana, you are a... Read More →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 15c
“If we bought medicine for Kirrill would they give it to him?” Amy asked hopefully. Read More →
To Sing Frogs Chapter 15b
It would be bad if we didn’t visit Kirrill at least twice, Stass had explained. Russian adoption courts worshipped the number two like Christians... Read More →
You Don’t Need to be as Wrong as I Was
Her name was Marina. She was one of the sweetest, prettiest, shyest little girls I had ever met. She was almost seven when she handed me a... Read More →
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