Oh Bear, what an awful day for you
Is DD okay in herself? Maybe have a special weekend with her, lots of love and snuggling up together, and make sure she knows that no-one should hurt her.
What are the school doing about it?
It nearly breaks my heart if DD1 says no-one played with her- if someone had hurt her I'd be beyond upset and angry too.
I've been to my Mum's and I'm still not certain about my brothers as I couldn't ask them outright, maybe when I get them at my house. I am sure they get the odd smack, but how hard/ whereabouts I couldn't say.
It all went okay, but I feel that my Mum doesn't really like DD1 very much, because she is difficult to deal with at times (very emotional, tends to cry if she doesn't get her own way, wants to be in charge, very strong-willed and argumentative- oops should also add that she is lovely and funny and sweet and loving too, she's not just all those 'bad' things) my Mum isn't hostile to her, but constantly says stuff to me about her. I think she prefers DD2 who is not so volatile.
I always feel like a shit parent when I am at their house- because I don't yell (much) and I put DD1 on the step if she needs disciplining. It's not how it's done there!
Feel a bit tearful now- it's so hard to reconcile my parents with the 'abuse' that happened. I still feel like I'm over-reacting and should just get over it- but even my counsellor said it was pretty much inevitable that I'd get depressed with a past like that.
I'm getting flashes of being able to stand up to my Mum, and say things that she would disagree with. For instance, I gave her back a photo she had put in album for me, it was a picture of me aged 7 and I could see how sad I was. She asked why I din't like the photo- was it the dress I was wearing? I said no, it was just a horrible day and she looked suprised and said 'well you were okay for most of the day.' All I remember of it is SD whacking me on the arm because I leaned against his suit jacket (which was draped over the back of a chair-I then sat in the chair). I ran off and hid in the toilets crying, an auntie and uncle found me and all I could say was 'why doesn't SD love me?' Then in the evening hearing my Mum give a table of strangers the full history of my Dad leaving (basically just slagging him off). It was hideous.
Yet when the dog was put down and he knew I was upset (Mum was working), he let me stay up late and made me a warm drink and looked after me
I feel almost like I don't know what's real.
Good lord this has turned out so long, feel free to ignore it's just good to get some of it out.