It's been 10 months since my 4 year old daughter was diagnosed type 1, I thought that was bad enough, but luckily had fantastic support from my Mum who was by my side and didn't shy away from the condition, unlike the other members of the family. Unfortunately 2 months later, my daugher made a disclosure that her step grandad had been touching her in innapropriate places. We've been through police investigations, social services, councelling for my son, and now we're on the other side of the abuse investigation process, minus my Mum who decided to stay with my daugher's abuser.
I've battled on, barely holding onto my job. I have no childcare now, and struggle through every school holiday. I feel so lonely, having lost my Mum who was my best friend and confidant. My husband is supportive, but works away a lot.
I put on a brave face, but I miss the way things were so badly and feel like my life is over. Everyone around me gets to carry on, whilst I have to sacrifice and give up everything because of a scum bag. Today is a bad day, sorry everyone, I just needed to vent.
I've battled on, barely holding onto my job. I have no childcare now, and struggle through every school holiday. I feel so lonely, having lost my Mum who was my best friend and confidant. My husband is supportive, but works away a lot.
I put on a brave face, but I miss the way things were so badly and feel like my life is over. Everyone around me gets to carry on, whilst I have to sacrifice and give up everything because of a scum bag. Today is a bad day, sorry everyone, I just needed to vent.