So, where are we? Our daughter is still struggling, which means everything we have goes to her at the expense of ourselves. We’ve spoken to our psych, our CPN, we’ve cried down the phone to social services and managed to find out that they have an early intervention thing, and we went to meet our daughter from CAMHS to talk to her Counselling Psychologist.
Going to CAMHS was huge – waiting rooms trigger all of us, and child friendly waiting rooms are especially bad for one of us. Plus it’s a new place, away from home, out of our comfort zone. The CAMHS doctor was very nice, but it’s hard to have a conversation when someone is screaming in your ear to get out, get out, GET OUT of this child-orientated clinical setting. The doctor is going to call us on Monday, and as we’ll be at home we might be able to hear ourselves think.
Even with all that, we went – desperation is an awesome motivator, we’ve found. And, as we tearfully said to the woman at social services, they can’t say we haven’t tried.