Spring Light
My dearest daughter. I am writing this on the most glorious spring day. The house is full of light for the first time in months. The dog is curled up on top of his crate in a sun patch. Outside, the clematis has erupted into a wall of white flowers. The washing machine is chuntering away. You are fast asleep upstairs. All feels curiously well with the world.
I am having a delicious week off work. And for the first time in what seems like forever, I find myself able to do things around the house.
Clearing Out
I’ve gone through two kitchen cupboards and taken out all the years-old spices, the packets of beans never used, the detritus that has collected over the past years. I’ve taken all my clothes that no longer serve to the charity shop and the tip. I’ve completely cleared the bed in the front garden where the new shed will go — all those pestilential dogwoods, gone at last.
And you have gone through all your clothes too. A far bigger job than mine. The chaotic floordrobe we’ve both survived with for the past year is no more, the carpet is back and we have functioning wardrobes again.
Something has shifted. Not dramatically. But enough that we are both, it seems, ready to do some things differently.
What’s Changed For You
This week you worked four days in a row — unheard of. In the past you weren’t given that many shifts. I get the impression that you are more confident now and able to do more – I wonder if that’s why you’ve been offered the extra work? Also, you previously turned down shifts you didn’t get plenty of warning on — you’ve needed to know what you’re doing well in advance, which meant you missed out on work. Last night you agreed to another shift for tomorrow! Just working two shifts at the weekend used to be enough to leave you in bed for days, recovering. No wonder you are still asleep upstairs…
I’d say I’ve noticed a change in you since you started DBT group therapy. You have of course been doing one-to-one DBT for a couple of years, but the group therapy is new. I wonder if you’re getting more out of it because you’ve already gone through a lot of the skills in your individual sessions – you’re not having to learn everything and process the group dynamics at the same time.
I’d love to understand more about what’s helping. But I’m also scared of somehow spoiling this good thing if I prod at it too much. It feels so young and delicate, this change, and as much as I want to know the inner workings, I get that it’s also personal and private and maybe more for observing than understanding at this stage.
What’s Changed For Me
You’ve pointed out that you think I’ve changed too. That I’m “better” now. I’m not sure if I am, exactly, but I am trying.
I’ve been taking a course called Managing Suicidality and Trauma Recovery, run by NEABPD (an American charity) for parents living with on-going fear about their child’s safety.
It’s been tough – I’ve felt a bit sorry for myself having to stay up late in the evening because of the time difference (you know how I like an early night), but I haven’t found anything equivalent in the UK. And talking to strangers about something so distressing — trauma, shame, fear, all of it — that’s my idea of hell. A lot of the time I’ve been dissociating, not really taking it in. It’s only now, as the course ends, that I feel more comfortable and able to listen. But something must have been sinking in despite this.
I’ve also been working on building something — an app to support caregivers of people with BPD. Still very early days, but the process of thinking about what I’d actually want to support me, and trying to apply what I’ve learnt from this course and countless other sources over the years, has been surprisingly helpful. More on that another time.
The Other Shoe
As I write this, something has started to tug at me. The fear of jinxing it. It’s not just the changes in you that feel fragile — it’s the changes in me, and in our relationship. Is it right to talk about it all when it is so new?
I guess I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. We’ve had peaceful times before — the odd day, even the odd week — and then it all descended into chaos, conflict and distress again. How long have we got this time?
And yes, I say this fully aware that this ‘easier time’ hasn’t been perfect. We’ve had our descents — times you’ve been dysregulated, times I’ve triggered you by saying or doing something or other — and things haven’t escalated the way they have in the past. Which suggests we may be travelling somewhere new – still a bumpy road, yes, but not the dirt track full of crevasses and jagged rocks we’ve been careening down thus far.
And yet, and yet… what if it’s not? What if you wake up today and everything goes wrong, reverts back to how it was before?
OK, I had a bit of a spiral there so I used one of my new found skills… I redirected my attention to my surroundings – the dog in his sun patch, a fly buzzing against the window. And I remembered a slide from the course that has stuck with me: Interrupt fear patterns by gently saying to yourself ‘I don’t know’.
I don’t know how this will pan out for us, my dearest one. And I’m trying to learn to sit with that.
One thing is for sure though: Wherever you are, whatever you are going through, I’m still here for you — not perfect, not particularly wise, but trying to do better.
Crikey – who knew that things feeling a bit easier could be so challenging?












