When it started we lived with my gay husband, and my bf slept over. Then gh couldn't cope so we moved into a little flat, just me and d with bf sleeping over. Landlord needed flat back so d stayed with gm while I sofa surfed until a ha house came up, about five weeks. Then back to me and d in house with my bf sleeping over. Complex backstory with quite a few moves due to rental market, but it's mostly been me and d or d with gm while I found new place.
Maybe that's the trauma, the moving, I don't know. We were in the nicest house we'd got to when it started. Big bedrooms, ensuites, me and gh in good jobs so money to spend where there had previously been much less.
Oh yeah, how did we get so much assistance - my dad was kind enough to be very persistent on my behalf to get social services to offer help, the school did a lot, some stuff my dad paid for privately. Had it been up to me to secure help from multiple avenues, I don't know if I had the energy left. So I'm lucky to have had people fighting in my corner, lucky and appreciative.
We wouldn't have had as much help from camhs if it hadn't been for pressure and referrals from multiple sources- me, dad, school counsellor, gp. Plus two suicide attempts, the second of which came far to close to succeeding for comfort.
I had to be more open with people about what was going on in order to access help, and I'm naturally very VERY reserved, so that was hard. What else could I do but ask for help when I wasn't coping and she wasn't coping to the extent that she nearly succeeded in a suicide attempt?