This is all so helpful, thank you.
She'd given me a razor out the back of her clock - I checked the same place, and there's another, rusty one.
So, yesterday I trapped her in the car and had a chat about it. She denies doing it, says "don't snoop" and that she's fine. I said "fair enough about the snooping, but, I checked your clock and found that you are lying to me. So, I am worried that you are lying about other stuff too."
She's articulate and we were able to have a good chat without falling out. Agreed that I want her to see someone, but, she doesn't. I suggested the text crisis service, she says she doesn't need it. Stalemate.
Then, this morning, her dad found a tissue in the loo spotted with blood. So, I collared her in her bedroom and asked. She showed me her arm, it's pretty bad. There's only about 8 marks, but ,they have clearly been deep and are now purple and raised scars. One from last week that should have had steri-strip. Nothing new, which was "evidence" that it wasn't her and maybe it was someone having a nose bleed. Maybe it was.
We agreed that this is no way to live, me worrying about her, her lying and us being unable to sort a problem.
"You're not in trouble, this is a symptom of you being unhappy and you need to learn to manage unhappiness without hurting yourself, that's all" I gave her a hug and said to her that she is mine and that means we sort anything out, that nothing is a problem that can't be solved.
She sort of agreed to speak to the counsellor at school after I said that I'd like to go and see her because I'm worried I'm making things worse.
It's so sad. Parenting is wanting to make it better for them, isn't it? I'm sad that I haven't been able to do that.
So, time to outsource and find her support.
Thanks for giving me some. x