Hi all. I'm feeling a bit distressed about something, and it's been on my mind all day, leaving me anxious and close to tears at points.
I would say I'm a reasonably resilient person; I'm on my own with 3 kids and have an ex husband who can be difficult to deal with. I work full-time and have a non-existent love life (despite my efforts
. Life is good, but not always necessarily rosy.
I don't even know why I'm posting this, as I'm unsure as to what you're supposed to say. Maybe I just want to vent a bit.
I've always had a soft spot for animals, especially as a kid. To this day, I've never been able to watch Dumbo! I wouldn't say my love of animals is extreme, but I like them generally, and would never do one any harm. Same as most normal people really.
Last night, my 13 year old was supposed to hand her phone over to me at 9pm, but she snuck it into the bath. There she watched a programme about undercover reporters who worked on a dairy farm.
I knew dairy farming was a brutal business, but she witnessed some abject cruelty during the programme. She then wanted to talk to me about it, as she's not emotionally mature enough to deal with what she saw. This included a worker stamping on a calf's head, because it wouldn't feed.
We talked it all through, and discussed the kind of person who would be able to do such a thing. She has also just become vegan!
Thing is, in absorbing some of my daughter's distress, I've had this intrusive thought (about what happened, even though I didn't see it) going round in my head all fucking day. I cannot believe someone would be capable of this. Well, I do believe it, but you know what I mean.
When I saw the recent photo of the two gay girls who'd been attacked on a London bus, I felt upset, angry and saddened for them. But the thought passed and I didn't dwell on it at all.
This one is completely different and has got really under my skin. A part of me wishes that my daughter had never told me
, but talking to her about it seemed like the emotionally sensible and healthy thing to do.
I guess what I want to ask is, is it normal to keep thinking about this? Like a kid, I just want it to pass! And I know it will, but in the meantime, I just feel so desperately fucking sad.