A few random thoughts…
Speaking Anthropologically (because that’s one of the things I do around here when I manage to pop in and spout off), there were and still are societies in which this sort of “Teen Drama” phase is not considered a normal part of growing up. Too many impediments to mere survival take higher priority. In that sense, this is something of a First World Problem. If you want to find a *pony in the shit pile *(a phrase my wife taught me) you might appreciate that you’re affluent enough that your daughter has the luxury to ride this roller-coaster.
[COLOR=Black]Speaking sociologically, I’d pretty much echo what **Nelliebly **has already said. My wife has shaped her career as a coordinator of services – sort-of the other side of the hand-off between educators like **Nelliebly **and other agencies when they see a kid who is having learning difficulties of some kind – and a lot of her days are spent in parent/teacher/coordinator/specialist meetings for figuring out how best to serve those students who are experiencing difficulties. Thank you, Nelliebly, for paying attention and caring!
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[COLOR=Sienna]Speaking personally…
My sister went through some of that and it was considered normal at the time. However, after hearing tales in retrospect from my sister’s former clique-mates from high school, there were odd things that now seem to stand out as “Oh! So that’s why…” because it turns out my sister has inherited our grandmother’s propensity for neurological problems and apparently this type of stuff is known to skip generations through the female line. So when my sister’s former friends gave me tales of her being uncharacteristically and dramatically offensive, of straining friendships past the breaking point, of pushing a viewpoint that somehow seemed slightly out-of-sync with reality, of just plain remembering incidents in a way that was inconsistent with everyone else’s recollection, the bits and pieces started to fall together like unscattered bits of a jigsaw puzzle.
Knowing what I know now makes my sister’s past seem to make so much sense. The problems started out small around the time she hit puberty, got dramatically worse shortly after she started college, and thoroughly screwed up her life about a decade later. Meanwhile, living through it without the right paradigm overlaid on the whole big picture was hell for me and a lot of people who knew my sister.
My grandmother seriously suffered for decades; my sister is now preoccupied with unrelated problems (though her psychological situation cannot be completely ignored by the staff where she’s living). Today, though, modern medicine has a host of diagnostic, analytical, and treatment tools that can help your daughter deal with the problems (internal and external) of modern life in the modern world – there IS hope – provided she can see some of the right specialists. Please keep trying.
Speaking introspectively…
I have had the luxury of looking back on my life and realizing that many of the social difficulties of my youth were related to the frustration of lacking an ability to properly express my feelings combined with the ‘lesson’ I was given that nobody valued my opinion anyway. The inability to communicate clearly and adequately is astoundingly frustrating, particularly when the emotions and thoughts occuring to you are new and unfamiliar. And the key to getting through that phase of my life was simply a couple teachers writing comments on my assigned essays to show they were paying attention to my thoughts. Over the years I somehow managed to build a broad vocabulary and excel in certain fields, to the point that I know that ‘lesson’ was just my brother being a big meany.
On the other hand, I realize words aren’t everybody’s forte. More accurately, I’ve known forever that drawing is not one of my skills and stringing together meaningful words is not easy for my sister. It may be that your daughter is having difficulty dealing with therapists because she finds it difficult to convey what she’s thinking or feeling in words during a limited session. But there are other ways to express oneself and perhaps your daughter can do so through sculpture or music or dance or other means. Or maybe simply removing the time constraint would give her the freedom to open up verbally – a private journal or secret diary could be a place she could lay down ideas or expressions or doodles or sketches in order to share only what she wanted to share and only with whom she cared to share it.
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–G!
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There are so many contradictions
In all these messages we send
(We keep asking)
“How do I get out of here?”
“Where do I fit in?”
Though the world is torn and shaken
Even if your heart is breakin’
It’s waiting for you to awaken
And someday you will…
LEARN TO BE STILL
…–Don Henley (Eagles)
…Learn to be Still
…Hell Freezes Over
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