I need a safe space to offload. Yes , some of you will tell me what a shit parent I am. But you know what? I'm not, I'm just being honest about how I feel.
Dd aged 15 is under tier 3 CAMHs for anxiety, self harming and suicide ideation. We are paying for counselling and CBT which she says is going well. I am just finding it so hard to live with.
She is rude and hostile pretty much all the time. She spends 90% of her time in her room playing online games. She has a group of online friends and 2 real life school friends. Of course the pandemic hasn't helped, but she never wants to go anywhere. I am at a loss. Her life at the weekend consists of her laptop, coming down for some food and grunting at us, back up to her room.
She has just been diagnosed with a vitamin D deficiency and will be on high strength vitamin D for 2 months, having sat in her dark room for 6 months.
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She hates school and moans about it constantly, even had a short spell of school refusal in september. She does little or no school work despite doing GCSEs.
She wears hoodies and tracksuit bottoms and looks like a teenage boy. I give her money to buy clothes and they sit in her wardrobe. Her room is a tip.
I feel like her staff. I am here to cook, clean and serve but other than that, surplus to requirement. I pick her up from school and she sits staring at her phone like I'm a bloody uber driver. It's just take, take, take. I hate it. Every interaction we have is loaded and ends in an argument. Yes, I am aware that's probably not surprising.
Today I had to coax her out of the house. We were taking the dog for a walk and she started crying because I didn't know exactly where we were going.
we bumped into some old friends and she just stood there ignoring my friends daughter who she has known since she was 4.
I am worn down by it. I know she has anxiety and I am sure a vitamin D deficiency doesnt help. But I have no idea how to deal with her, what to say and whether I should be forcing her out of her room. We tried to introduce a weekly film watching session but she refused.
I ask how her counselling is going and what they do and she takes great pleasure in not saying. I don't mean details as clearly that's not my business , but just generally what is done. Its £60 a week and I am shut out of it.
I am so fucked off with it all. I am done with walking on egg shells and biting my tongue. I dont think I have any tongue left to bloody bite. She is unbearable.
How do you get through this delightful stage? Give me a whinger baby or a tantrumming toddler baby day.
I need to hear from those of you with teens with mental health difficulties. Help!