Damn, I'm miserable. Is it this time of the month already? It feels like it. Chocolate urges and tearfulness. I brought Olivia for an assessment for the play therapist today - the woman there asked if I'd brought her to a child psychologist when I explained our stuff - this has been my first port of call. I can't afford to go private, so all I can do is go to the GP, get a referral to the Children's Mental Health service, the Lucena Clinic and go from there - only down side is the €65 for the GP and the year long waiting list at Lucena. So, I suppose we'll do this while we wait.
She asked me who supported me. I didn't quite know what to say. Lots of people, here and there? Nobody? Various professionals, when I can afford it/get it together to take remedies? People I don't know on the internet who let me complain to them? She asked Olivia who the people who were important to her outside her immediate family were, and the only people she could think of were her granny and great grandmother. I wish I had a better ... I wish there were more people around us in our everyday life she could feel part of, people with kids her age, people she could go to. I wish a lot of things, and I'm sure there's a proverb about the uselessness of it that is perfectly apt in this situation. To this situation? For? Agh.