Hi, I could use a friend today if anybody's there?
I've held off posting a bit tbh as I don't want to be told off for not applying for an EHCP yet, I know it's not 'real' on here, I just can't face any more negativity right now.
I will get it together & try to sort things myself, because nobody else in RL is helping me.
I just re-read my last post & it's a billion miles away from where I am now.
I'm really struggling.
My son has managed the first week of mock sats. He's held it together at school. He's not been in tears at pick up, he's only run from home (to school) once, all in all, that's not been too bad. I'm so so proud of him. He's amazing. He truly is. I don't know where he gets it from, his academic side.
At home, is another story of course.
We had the police the other night. I showed them my arms (covered in bruises) & they said 'But you don't have any serious injuries?' I told them that I was sat on the floor & my son was standing on the back of my head & neck, but no there's no serious injuries.
The support worker told me yesterday that she 'Noticed' my bruises at the meeting (but she didn't say anything at the time) she asked if I'm hurt. I said 'What does it matter? Nobody cares & nothing changes'.
I asked my kids dad if he can have them for a while today. He's having them for 2 hours. He turned up & my son let him in, I was upstairs crying & my daughter is shouting & banging the walls/stamping her feet, copying all the words her brother screams at me.
He didn't offer me any comfort. He didn't ask if I was ok, he didn't say anything to me apart from confirming 2 hours pick up. he looked at me with contempt like I'm such an inconvenience.
He's right.
I went & spoke to the school head teacher yesterday. I cried. She cried too. I told her that the police actually got us into a horrible awful situation the other night, where myself & my daughter were trapped in the hallway & my son had a bread knife.
I just keep re-playing that in my mind. I had my daughter behind me, she was as safe as I could get her & I was screaming & crying down the phone to the police.
I was explaining what was happening as calmly as I could. It's very difficult, when somebody is trying to kill you, & you have to guard your daughter, & you have to give updates to the police, & you have to get up & do the school run the next day.
I got us out of that situation & also got my daughter's dressing gown & her fave teddy & we waited outside. She seems ok. She's not said much. My son seems ok. But I know they aren't. Obviously they aren't.
I told the head teacher that they need to watch her extra closely because she shouldn't be having to deal with this, & she isn't talking.
None of this is ok.
The police, this time, were very kind. One of them had been before. They were all furious that my son isn't 'On any meds' or that my answers to every questions was 'Nothing really'. (What are social services doing to help? Nothing really) They said he clearly wasn't capable of calming himself.
They said as well as the usual report they send, they will also email Support worker & tell her to help us.
They said that I should take their camera footage to the GP & ask them to help.
My daughter told them that my son is always trying to kill her & me. She's so strong. She's so brave. She is simply the bravest child.
I think that's just a lot of words that I've written, in a mess, really isn't it, if anybody reads it.
I'm trying. I'm really trying. I love my children so much. I let my son beat me every single day because I love him so much. One day things will be better for them.
I don't want to be here anymore.
I don't do anybody any good.
I'm struggling a lot with these feelings, that it would be better for me to end things.