i have reached my breaking point. I don’t know how much more i can cope with being hit, and things thrown at me, and the screaming, literally right in my face, and the name calling, every day, every single day, 10-15 times a day. And it’s reached the point that I cry in front of her, and that’s doesn’t help
we are waiting for confirmation that funding has been secured for play therapy but im under no illusion it’s a quick fix.
and then my eldest, the glass child, copes and copes and then explodes to.