https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/79388113/posts/3013994420 in the meeting she tells me about how i should be doing this and that with my son and every night just five minutes that's all she asks this woman is young and professional with a quiet voice but i don't feel quiet i feel like a pressure cooker like the bubbles inside me are stronger than my skin i know she doesn't have kids but don't other parents tell her? doesn't she know what it's like you pull out the set task and the tears and the head shaking and "No! I don't want to!" doesn't she know? what if it's just me just me being a bad Mum how would i know? i go home with the kids and cook tea and read stories and clean teeth and i talk to him not about that not in front of them although inside i'm still all frothy with bubbles of pressure and my eyes are aching with it as i kiss my little ones and tuck them in and walk out to tell him about my day but i can't because the landslide has begun the landslide of bubbles oozing and sobbing out of me all the way up from my toes as i let out how i'm not doing it what the therapist says i'm not doing it well enough and the therapist can tell and because of me our son will always struggle and i don't know how to be better and he holds my shoulders and looks into my eyes and waits so calmly for me to see a whole new reasoning laid out like a red carpet laid out in his words neatly as bricks at the next meeting he is there calm as the boulder that no landslide could budge.
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Out of the Cave 
I love the way you captured the the person who supported you. I’m so few words and yet it builds up such a clear image of the calm strength
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thank you!
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Wonderfully done!. I have similar feelings but I don’t know how to express them
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Thank you!
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God, this is so beautiful.
I remember when looking after my mum. She had a plan for getting out of a situation she and I hated being in… a plan for us to fight back at the world.
One of the health visitors, who looked about 12, explained to this incredible woman who had raised me through a gazillion anxieties, who had survived family traumas, wartime bombing raids on her country, etc…
well basically, this fresh-faced health visitor tore her plans to shreds.
Since then, I have seen similar things happen more times than I can count.
And I have seen people who, despite all the glib, prescriptive, perceived-wisdom BS thrown at them, have made the world feel more human, simply by being something you can’t see through glib, prescriptive lenses.
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Wow. I think few people realize the effect their words can have. Or
think about the experiences of the person they talk to.
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I can relate to this. I’ve written about it too. Not easy to do.
Helpful tips are good but only you have a sense of what is right for your child.
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So true.
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brilliant poem: you capture your inner torment well; what I really like is the portrayal of your partner, showing how important it is to have someone strong and supportive beside you; you are indeed fortunate 🙂
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I am indeed! 😊
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