I'm scared and confused. I don't know what's right and what's wrong. I know I get paranoid and I'm constantly alert to danger. Mostly I'm scared. Do we talk, do we not talk, what's right and what's wrong.
The art therapy was last week. First one. Nice lady, but that doesn't mean she can't harm us. Like the others, the social worker and the CBT lady. Lovely and a help to us, both of them, but also admitted they didn't know what to do with us. It showed. There was damage as well as help, by mistake.
The art therapy lady listens, pays attention, understands, which is good. But also makes assumptions, jumps to conclusions, wrong ones, doesn't give me a chance to explain. Tells me something, not a question or an opinion, a statement of fact. A wrong fact. Damage. People don't listen, won't let me be me, think I should do things that I know (and the others, we all know) will cause us harm. Makes me want to die, if we can't be who we are, have to do things we can't.
Kerry says let it go, art therapy lady doesn't know us, is ignorant of our situation, doesn't mean any harm. It's all the help we can access at the moment so take the good and ignore the bad. Angry though, kerry was, that she upset us, but always looks for the good in people, in situations. Ok fair enough. But I see bad, even if it's not meant. Damage is damage, accidental or on purpose. I can forgive the accidental but is that enough?
How do we know whether the good outweighs the bad? Sometimes I feel like I don't want to talk to anyone ever again, because I'm scared of the potential for damage.
Chloe. X