Things had not been good for a good couple of weeks. New friendships were being made, best friends ever. Talk of moving in with the new friends. Then, spectacular fallouts. Stories of threats and fights. Then nothing. Then a new friend. Tom went to stay with the new friend. I wish I could name this... Continue Reading →



Floating like broken satellites, sending signals to no where. Asking, begging for help. Grasping onto the broken “happy ever afters” Shattered hopes and aspirations. All the broken promises. Of the never returned calls. Watching the broken bag of marbles. Falling and scattering across the floor. Dreaming the eternal broken dream. Of how things could have... Continue Reading →


Earlier this month I recounted how my lad had harmed himself - having been wound up by his friend. ( here's the story - Grand Central ) Things of course continued, why wouldn't they? I did get a brief glimpse of how things could feel for my lad. The day after Grand Central my lad blocked the... Continue Reading →


I have often wondered what it must be like for my two, who have experienced trauma, to have flashbacks. Where they relive a memory, an experience. You know those bracelets, that snap around your wrist when you touch them? That’s what it’s like. Sometimes you can be fiddling with it for ages, nothing. Then touch... Continue Reading →

Grand Central

Living with teenagers, whose every track is affected by their trauma, is like a train ride. Recently has been no different. We have moved house. We were on the coastal route, slow train by the sea. A chance to soak up the views. To kick back, and chill. A chance to look at the scenery.... Continue Reading →

Scattered Showers

In this new world I am living I watch TV on an evening. I usually don't sit down until late, the boxes seem to be getting smaller, but we are still finding things. Oh, and one of the TV remotes STILL hasn't turned up. It will be somewhere safe ...I  know it... Anyway, I digress.... Continue Reading →


The other day I was told several times, in a kind of dismissive way, sometimes patronising way, that the way the “nearly the adults” are behaving – is normal. That I shouldn’t be complaining. That every other parent of “ nearly an adult “ was living the same, on a day-to-day basis. Can I be... Continue Reading →


The week leading up to the move I had planned and theorised everything. I had tried to second guess every eventuality. I had kept the boys away from all the drama of the solicitors, estate agents, removal companies, buyers and sellers. It was all so stressful. I had plates spinning in every direction. Some precariously... Continue Reading →

Choose Move

We are moving house. They say moving house is up there with the most stressful life events. Yep. I get that. It's an adrenaline filled roller coaster of everything. We are nearly there. More or less packed. Can't find anything! Anyone seen the breakfast cereal? Oh, it's packed. The kitchen roll? - Packed. The hamster... Continue Reading →

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