So it's been one of those days, those days where you get that gut wretching sick feeling, that you've done something awful but you can't think what! You haven't, that's just anxiety kicking you in the stomach reminding us they are still around.
I feel like MANY, MANY of the professionals I seek out for help for my daughter are liars. Like do you ever sit listen and watch others reactions when you talk, and think that is such a fake reaction to what I have just said that your next response is gonna be full on bull shit.
But you do that common smile and head nod when that bull shit spills out because we fear these professionals, because we don't know what powers they hold in them clip boards. Can I tell this person to go fuck themselves or will I get a cross against my name and a closer watcher at my parenting skills.
Will this person proceed to make me feel uncomfortable in my own home, although I asked for thier help. Why do I feel like the bad guy for wanting the best for my daughter.
Why am I, the parent that survived getting the shit end of the deal. Why am I the good parent getting the judging eyes and raised eyebrows that make me feel like I need to apologise for being a mum.
Help me, help her for gods sake