I’ve just dropped the mother off at the airport. She agreed to go home last night – so she doesn’t put me through more “torture” (her words).
I feel like the worst daughter ever. I know she doesn’t mean any harm and she was trying to help, but it wasn’t working. When we woke up this morning, I thought maybe I’d made a mistake and she should stay… But then on the way to the airport she was talking about the cold snap that has come up the country and how it would hurt all the lambs (yes, I can’t even type what really would have happened to them). I don’t watch the news at this time of the year because I know they will show the horrific shots of the lambs in trucks. In my world, no lambs get hurt… Most people would realise that you shouldn’t talk about cute animals being hurt to someone who is DID and suicidal, not so my mother. This is why I’m sure that she really doesn’t understand DID or me. She doesn’t intend to be cruel or nasty, she just doesn’t realise the implications of her words.
Because of her words, this is how Sophie was feeling last night… It’s bad when one of our most high functioning and optimistic one does a collage like this.