I have finally found the key to bonding with a RAD child.
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Parenting a child with Reactive Attachment Disorder is a roller coaster.
After five years, we’ve attained what I consider a significant level of progress. She no longer voices thoughts of…uh…removing…me from her lifescape.
While still she displays obvious preference for Daddy, most of the angst directed my way these days appears more related to pre-teen hormones. I’ll take it.
During our first year, I bought a fresh coconut because the kids wanted to know what the inside looked like.
Those suckers are tough to open. I ended up outside on the patio trying to crack it with a hammer.
As I bludgeoned the nut again and again, doing my best not to hit my nose on the bounce-back, she began screaming,
Bash her head in! Bash her head in!
I looked up to see her…
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