Day Twelve #postitnotepostry

inopsNot the best of days today. I’m a bit fed up with being dragged through the gravel of life, with tiny pauses to lick the wounds and move on, waiting for the next square inches of skin to be torn off.

At least we’re learning as we go and that is something: Mr D to articulate how he feels, me to know there is no logical persuading him out of his anxiety. There is no point in fighting it or punishing him for the way he feels.

I’m learning to be able to sit and hold the space for the two of us… but it’s not easy.

The frustration erodes the best intentions of maintaining a safe and supportive environment. But I keep hanging in there.

This morning was hard. I just wanted some help but the school world was too busy to stop. So I sat and cried quietly, sitting on a green chair in the office and looking at the world beyond through the half drawn vertical blinds.