Monday, March 24, 2014

and here we are again

It's been a shitty day. I hit her back, when she smashed me in the shoulder blade and followed me round throwing things at me. I can't get her to wear cloethes, or go to school again. If I could resign from being my daughter's mother, I would. Now I'm having an anti depressant and Angel Delight with whiskey in it and having a little cry, even though none of it is going to help this thing much at all. 

3 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Oh Jo. Just keep loving her. I swear- somehow it will all be all right. And you are doing the very best that you can.

Lisa said...

What Ms Moon said is right. Teenagers are a challenge. My middle child was a handful. Dyed his hair with koolaid and wore chains on his jeans. School? What's that? Now he's 30 and has a career and is a wonderful father. It will be all right. It will get better.

Jo said...

Ah, it's not quite so simple, Lisa - she's ten, has Asperger's and fairly extreme sensory processing disorder. If this was just about hair dye and punk I'd be deeply, deeply relieved. I hope it will all sort itself out, but I suspect this will get a whole lot worse before it gets better... and will maybe be my responsibility for the rest of her life, who knows...