I’ve been wanting to write about this and still can’t really find the words. I want ‘people’ to stop and think, really think, about what it might be like to see your child in emotional pain, extreme fear, anxiety, confusion and significant distress every day. Literally every day. Many times a day. Often so severe that hysteria and / or dissociation is their only escape.
Sometimes they will scream and sob, stuff clothes into their mouths to reduce their own noise because even their own noise hurts their ears. Sometimes they dissociate and completely become some-one or something else. Their screams and cries when in this state are indescribable, Peter would dig holes in the carpet with his fingernails to try to escape, crying ‘die’ over and over. Sometimes he would regress into a baby state so significantly he was unable to walk or talk. Sometimes he was a dog…