u/Due_Piece_8729

I recently adopted a pair of kittens and although they’re doing great in every aspect.. when it comes night time to get all cuddly and sleepy, my lil boy baby will NOT stop trying to suckle on his sister. I’ve tried redirecting him with toys and soft blankets, but he always comes running back to his sister. I tried putting a sock on her, but then he just finds a new part of her body to suckle on that is not covered. So now I am separating them at night with him in the bathroom (which was used as their “safe” room the first few days I had them) and her roaming the apartment freely. He has everything he needs in there with a litter box, food, water, and a little cozy box with fleece blanket that they slept in for the first few nights. I haven’t noticed any major difference in the suckling yet and I knowwwww you’re supposed to wait about ten days but really I’m just here for confirmation that I’m doing the right thing because hearing his crying at night just breaks my heart, even if he does stop eventually.

My entire childhood and early adulthood I never realllly thought my upbringing was that bad and that others around me had it much worse so I was “fine”. That was until my mother died unexpectedly from an overdose when I was 23 and I realized that I had been raised by two addicts who neglected me my entire life. I wasn’t even aware my parents were using because I held them on a pedestal, but when I had found out that they were and the extent of their addiction.. it finally clicked. I began to slightly understand why my life was the way it was and why I felt the way I did. As I’ve grown older and have uncovered more memories and have become aware of my own state of being, I’ve finally realized how neglected and abused i actually was. Now I am 27 with an autoimmune disease, diagnosed bipolar and ptsd, have been institutionalized twice, suffer from lack of identity and extreme executive dysfunction, and so much more. The ptsd diagnosis is recent and I’ve been feeling the grief of my childhood and missed opportunities so hard, sometimes I wish I was still wearing those rose colored sunglasses.