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<blockquote data-quote="jeanne in CA" data-source="post: 629312" data-attributes="member: 18036"><p>Immediately after I discovered tour daughter's ongoing financial and identity theft, things changed dramatically. Almost overnight the “electrical shock therapy”, as I had come to think of it, ceased. I was no longer mentally plagued with a continuous string of questions about what was going on with our accounts everywhere. The questions turned from “What is going on?” to “What all did she do?”, “Why would she do this?” and “What were we going to do about it?” My nights were now filled with thoughts of potential answers to those questions and a never-ending list of things I needed to do. Even with the Tylenol PM, sound sleep always remained out of reach. If I doubled up on it, I was a zombie the next day, and zombies can’t fix things. I settled into a routine of tossing and turning and trying to sleep until Javier would come to bed. As soon as he settled down, I was free to get up and stumble downstairs. I felt totally numb and overwhelmed beyond my ability to describe with mere words. I had to give myself pep talks just put one foot in front of another. I would tell myself, “Just start with a cup of tea and go from there.” After the tea, I would tell myself, “Now just pick up that folder. Now just put everything in that folder in chronological order.” On and on it would go, hour after hour, day after day.</p><p>Today, I sleep longer. No more electrical shocks and no more endless and ultimately useless questions about why she did the things she did and where this is all going to end. My nights fluctuate between mentally writing and rewriting my still endless “to-do” list and nightmares. I still take two Tylenol PM each night and I still pray for strength, guidance and patience.</p><p>I would like to get rid of the nightmares but, even understanding that they are a byproduct of this seemingly endless trip to hell and back, they continue. Many times I don’t remember all the details and I am glad. They always leave me with a headache. The headaches slowdown my progress and frustrate me. The nightmares I do remember are pretty mundane in that I don’t wake up screaming and hitting my husband in his sleep.</p><p>Sometimes I dream I am trapped in a box about the same dimensions as a coffin and I cannot move. I cannot get out and I cannot make anyone hear me when I yell. There is not enough room in the box for me to pound my fists on the inside of the lid so I just lie there trying to think of a plan of action. Finally, the headache wakes me up and I get up and stumble downstairs just to get away from it.</p><p>Other nightmares are work related. In my dream I am once again working at a very stressful job with a lot of responsibility. Most of my jobs in government were like that. I liked having a lot of responsibility and was able to handle the stress well. In this dream however, I am in trouble. Somehow I am being investigated for embezzling thousands and thousands of dollars of government funds. I knew I had not embezzled anything, but investigators had invoices with my signatures on them. I knew those signatures were fraudulent, but I could not convince them and therefore could not prove my innocence. The powers that be had deemed me a thief and were determined to put me in jail. The headache wakes me up.</p><p>One of the nightmares that bothered me most was one where my daughter and I were out and about in a town that appeared to be my hometown in PA, but yet I could not find our way home. We were on foot and kept walking the streets over and over. I <em>knew</em> I could find us a way to get home, yet my every attempt failed. Every street I led us to looked familiar at first, but eventually brought us to another dead end. We walked forever. I tried to call my husband on my phone because I knew he would come and get us. My call to him would not go through. I wanted to call my dad and then remembered that he was dead. I kept calling Jmy husband until finally my phone died. I was beginning to feel frantic because it was getting dark and we were lost, and I needed to protect my daughter. There were no taxis, no busses, no one to ask for directions. I asked my daughter to call her dad on her phone. She said she couldn’t get through. I asked her to text him and she said she did. Over and over she told me she tried, but could not get her dad to respond. Finally, I was able to catch a glimpse of her phone and see that she had never tried to call her dad. She was lying the entire time. I never learned why.</p><p>I don’t spend a lot of times thinking about the nightmares or the headaches they cause. I don’t have to be a psychologist or psychiatrist to know that they are connected to this whole mess. I know they will probably diminish with time. On the other hand, I am realistic enough to know they will probably be replaced with new ones once our daughter is confronted, and held accountable through whatever process appropriate. There is little I can do about any of that. I will just have to deal with whatever comes.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="jeanne in CA, post: 629312, member: 18036"] Immediately after I discovered tour daughter's ongoing financial and identity theft, things changed dramatically. Almost overnight the “electrical shock therapy”, as I had come to think of it, ceased. I was no longer mentally plagued with a continuous string of questions about what was going on with our accounts everywhere. The questions turned from “What is going on?” to “What all did she do?”, “Why would she do this?” and “What were we going to do about it?” My nights were now filled with thoughts of potential answers to those questions and a never-ending list of things I needed to do. Even with the Tylenol PM, sound sleep always remained out of reach. If I doubled up on it, I was a zombie the next day, and zombies can’t fix things. I settled into a routine of tossing and turning and trying to sleep until Javier would come to bed. As soon as he settled down, I was free to get up and stumble downstairs. I felt totally numb and overwhelmed beyond my ability to describe with mere words. I had to give myself pep talks just put one foot in front of another. I would tell myself, “Just start with a cup of tea and go from there.” After the tea, I would tell myself, “Now just pick up that folder. Now just put everything in that folder in chronological order.” On and on it would go, hour after hour, day after day. Today, I sleep longer. No more electrical shocks and no more endless and ultimately useless questions about why she did the things she did and where this is all going to end. My nights fluctuate between mentally writing and rewriting my still endless “to-do” list and nightmares. I still take two Tylenol PM each night and I still pray for strength, guidance and patience. I would like to get rid of the nightmares but, even understanding that they are a byproduct of this seemingly endless trip to hell and back, they continue. Many times I don’t remember all the details and I am glad. They always leave me with a headache. The headaches slowdown my progress and frustrate me. The nightmares I do remember are pretty mundane in that I don’t wake up screaming and hitting my husband in his sleep. Sometimes I dream I am trapped in a box about the same dimensions as a coffin and I cannot move. I cannot get out and I cannot make anyone hear me when I yell. There is not enough room in the box for me to pound my fists on the inside of the lid so I just lie there trying to think of a plan of action. Finally, the headache wakes me up and I get up and stumble downstairs just to get away from it. Other nightmares are work related. In my dream I am once again working at a very stressful job with a lot of responsibility. Most of my jobs in government were like that. I liked having a lot of responsibility and was able to handle the stress well. In this dream however, I am in trouble. Somehow I am being investigated for embezzling thousands and thousands of dollars of government funds. I knew I had not embezzled anything, but investigators had invoices with my signatures on them. I knew those signatures were fraudulent, but I could not convince them and therefore could not prove my innocence. The powers that be had deemed me a thief and were determined to put me in jail. The headache wakes me up. One of the nightmares that bothered me most was one where my daughter and I were out and about in a town that appeared to be my hometown in PA, but yet I could not find our way home. We were on foot and kept walking the streets over and over. I [I]knew[/I] I could find us a way to get home, yet my every attempt failed. Every street I led us to looked familiar at first, but eventually brought us to another dead end. We walked forever. I tried to call my husband on my phone because I knew he would come and get us. My call to him would not go through. I wanted to call my dad and then remembered that he was dead. I kept calling Jmy husband until finally my phone died. I was beginning to feel frantic because it was getting dark and we were lost, and I needed to protect my daughter. There were no taxis, no busses, no one to ask for directions. I asked my daughter to call her dad on her phone. She said she couldn’t get through. I asked her to text him and she said she did. Over and over she told me she tried, but could not get her dad to respond. Finally, I was able to catch a glimpse of her phone and see that she had never tried to call her dad. She was lying the entire time. I never learned why. I don’t spend a lot of times thinking about the nightmares or the headaches they cause. I don’t have to be a psychologist or psychiatrist to know that they are connected to this whole mess. I know they will probably diminish with time. On the other hand, I am realistic enough to know they will probably be replaced with new ones once our daughter is confronted, and held accountable through whatever process appropriate. There is little I can do about any of that. I will just have to deal with whatever comes. [/QUOTE]
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