Okay some top of the blinking ice berg background to contextualise my fear.
DSD has earnestly tried to stab both her parents with a kitchen knife. Thank god they tried to restrain her and it worked.
DSD has stolen a kitchen knife from my kitchen whilst DD(age 3) slept in the room next door to hers in the middle of the night. She took this knife into school in her blazer and used it to cut her chest and legs. Ambulance was called.
When Cahms told us to keep all sharp objects and dangerous chemicals under padlock and key until her mental health showed signs of improvement DSD’s mother let herself into my house and shouted at DH and me because she felt that DSD was safe and would never hurt my DD and was so concerned with how my lack of trust towards her was making her feel, she was crying and making out that I was unreasonable keeping sharp objects away.
it was at this point that she got my daughter’s Telly Tubby toy and stood it up in my daughter’s bedroom holding a knife behind its back. I did I step it later on and it sent chills down my spine.
Another time, DSD’s mother let herself in to our back door and was shouting at DH because DSD had been telling her mother that DH didn’t care that she’d found a dead toad at our local allotments. In the middle of this ridiculous row- DD (aged 3) managed to escape the back door in the dark that DSD’s mum had left open and toddle in the dark out on to the road on her own at the front of our house. My heart was pounding. DSD’s mum apologised to me profusely but such things should never have happened and could have resulted in DD dying.
Just last week, DH was due to take DSD to see her grandparents and DSD’s mum wanted to pack her bags for her and needed some clothes from DSD’s room at our house. Instead of knocking on the door, she banged on our windows repeatedly starting by walking into our front garden long before sunrise and hammering on first the living room, then the dining room then moving round to the back of the house and trying to push the back door open.
she didn’t need to do this. She could have just told DH via text “there’s a pair of joggers on DSDs bedroom floor that need adding to the bag.
it’s experiences like this ^^ that make me feel terrorised, unsafe, they make my heart beat so hard that I shake and I never know when then next episode is coming. I can’t relax in my own home because I don’t know if I’m going to be on my own in my house or whether she’ll just let herself in as she did on Boxing Day to tell DH something unimportant that could easily have been communicated via text.
Would any of you like to deal with this kind of thing for over a decade?