Well what a week. I made the decision last weekend that dd would not be returning to school until they got their act together and made all staff who deal with her aware of her SEN, and put some strategies in place to support her rather than kick her out of virtually every lesson and stick her in isolation.
So she ended up being off school all week. It wasn’t ideal because I had to work, there was no way I could get out of it, and I also caught DD’s lurgy and felt like absolute dog shite, alongside battling with the school to get some support in place. Dd1 was also having a meltdown and refused to go to college all week. By Friday I was even further towards the end of my tether. But as I hadn’t got to spend much time with dd2 I took her shopping in town, took her out for lunch, bought her clothes and make up, then took her and her friend up to the woods on their ponies for the evening so they could have a long ride. Did my best to make it a nice day for her despite feeling like death.
I’d also hardly slept all week as I was coughing so much, so when I got back from doing horse stuff all morning yesterday lunchtime, I had a nap. When I woke up, dd2 had gone and sent me a message to say she was out with friends. She then asked if she could have a sleepover with one of her friends, a girl she knows from primary.
I was instantly on red alert. She’s been video calling a ‘friend’ lately, who is a boy, she said he was from her school and in her year. But I was suspicious as he had a broken voice and I know that’s not very usual for 12 year olds, so had been asking lots of questions. When this sleepover request came from her, I just knew.
I asked her to send a photo of her with the girl she asked to have a sleepover with, so that I knew that’s who she was with. She refused and then ignored my messages from then on. I checked with this girl’s mum to make double sure she wasn’t with her, which she wasn’t, at which point I called the police straightaway. It was my worst nightmare, I haven’t felt panic like it since she was kidnapped as a baby.
To cut a long story short, she had run away and was planning to stay with her ‘boyfriend’ for the night, who she’d met on Snapchat. Thank god she started replying to my ex’s messages (not her dad but father figure), as I don’t know how I’d ever have got her back. The police eventually picked her up at a train station over an hour away from where we lived. This boy’s mum was supposed to collect her but didn’t show up. She’d been there for hours which is lucky as the police took their time getting there. At the same time that the police arrived, the boy’s supposed cousin turned up with his dad to collect her. Thank fuck the police got there before they did.
I had to drive to a police station an hour away to get her, and honestly I don’t know how I drove there and home again. I was just broken by that point. I’d taken her phone away from her. We ended up having a physical wrestle today because she had found her old broken phone and got it charged up (can’t see much on the screen but still vaguely functional). So she’d still been messaging this boy/man, and probably deleted the most incriminating stuff from her phone already. She refused to give me that phone, or let me know the passcode to get into her phone. She also tried to bolt out of the house so I couldn’t get the phone from her so I had to lock her in, at which point I called the police and SS.
SS came over and after some hours managed to convince her to let me look at her phone. This ‘boy’ does appear to be older than he says, lots of sexual stuff which was planned for last night, they’d been planning the whole thing for days. SS suggested it could be county lines related. It’s all terrifying.
That’s a very brief version of events, there’s a lot more detail and emotion involved. She’s gone to stay at my mum’s for the night, didn’t want to speak to me when I phoned to say goodnight. She really seems to hate me, even more than usual.
Everything is even more of a mess. And I didn’t think that was possible. She’s still not back at school, was supposed to be going back tomorrow but my mum lives quite far away so she won’t be. She hates me, and I’m so so scared of her running away again, and I’ve a feeling she will.