The support you are all giving me is amazing. Thank you so much. I am proud of myself for doing this (well actually I know I should be proud of myself, but not sure if the kind-to-myself feelings are really kicking in yet - but hey, may as well pretend). I also know that the kindness from you all is really helping me.
really, really cannot say enough my gratitude.
As for DD and I - I am beginning to realise a lot of what has been happening does stem from anxiety. I had a full on day to day. Had all been manageable until arranged to meet up with a friend having a tough time. Meant a few bits I had to do for a weekend away may not have been doable when I had planned them. Gosh - it all sound so silly when I write it down.
Part of my anxiety means I feel the constant need to be "perfect". And I beat myself up if I fall short in any way. And to stop myself failing I always try and get ahead of schedule. So the anxiety was rising. I could feel it. My reactions/responses to DD started to waver and become harder. She really does take the brunt of it. (It wasn't anything she noticed - just how I was feeling). I used trick from the counsellor to try and calm the anxiety, and also said to DH that I was being silly. That actually it did not matter if I did not get x,y and z done. Supporting my friend was more important than self-imposed deadlines. Seeing her and time for our friendship was important. We could all pitch in as a family to do x,y,z at various points Thursday or Friday - it would be fine. DH gave me a big hug and told me not to fret (he is being amazing throughout all this - counsellor commented that from all I had written/said about him we were a great team.)
And as for DD and I. Well, I have been making sure that I snuggle in her bed every morning for a cuddle when I go to get her up. The sleepy, semi-conscious bearhug I get from her is amazing. And heart-wrenching. She has always seemed to really prefer/not need that many cuddles - which of course is guff - all children need cuddles - probably a sub-conscious stance on her part due to me not seeming to want to cuddle her. I have also gone back to that sporadic, but constant affection thing - that I did with her (and DS) as a baby (and still do with DS). The odd stroke of the hair, the finger down the cheek, the gentle squeeze of the shoulder. And as each day passes it is become more natural, less forced. She in herself seems a bit happier. This time last week she had been going through a phase (lasting for some weeks) of just being angry. Angry with the world, with herself, with me, her brother, her school friends. Not sure if my change in behaviour has made a difference, or if it was friendship stuff at school (she did mention a few teeny, minor spats) but she seem so much calmer, happy, certain on herself. And, fuck, wow, just thought this. I love her. I love her so much.
I think I may cry just a bit more now
. Wow! Look what I just felt. And wrote. Fuckity, fuckity fuckity. Phew. Wow. OK. More emotional vomiting happening here. Sorry MN - you appear to have become my very own therapeutic diary.
I have know from my darkest times (before this whole thread) that I loved her. But it always felt a very poor love compared to what I felt for DS. But that was a big woosh IYSWIM. Not had that woosh about her for years - if ever.. I still, if pushed - and was honest - would say I prefer DS. But fuck me, that felt good.
She has asked a few times in the last week who is my favourite. I have gently introduced the analogy of crisps, chocolate and cheese. All mahoosive favourites for all of us. I asked her if she could say which was her favourite....she grinned and struggled...but eventually went for chocolate. I then started describing crisps...salty, crunchy,tangy. Then cheese...creamy, sharp and tasty. She (gently) bashed me and told me off - how could she pick - they were all marvellous but different. I raised my eyebrows, grinned back and said exactly. She got it.
So, here are I am. Barely started the counselling but already so much further forward. As above though, I am very aware that if I start feeling anxious it is DD who takes the brunt of it. My anxiety and self esteem are issues - issues I want to deal with properly this time. Not just another course of ADs. And some crap with my parents....and that is a whole different thread. Talking with my DSis about this yesterday. About mum favouring me, the lack of praise/affection we received. We were in tears and told each other we loved each other for the first time I can recall. It was marvellous.
I shall stop waffling now. Sorry is another emotional-vomit.