It's a sentence you cannot begin to imagine saying. My child is missing. It's actually a sentence that I have said many times. The first time I had to force myself to say those words,Continue reading
what do you do, to quiet the wringing of your hands? For much of my life I have been an anxious person. Little M, at the grand age of ten, would tell you that IContinue reading
they say that you can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family. I don't know who "they" is (and more of that later!) but I guess "they" are right. AJ wasn't that longContinue reading
did you ever daydream about what kind of parent you might be, if indeed you ever thought about being a parent at all? I never imagined that I would become a mother. Not that IContinue reading
of course, I did, eventually. Bizarrely, it was not in the middle of a crisis but in a relative period of calm, and I didn't see it coming. The day it happened was horribly public.Continue reading
thus far, all of my posts have been backwards looking, rather than in the moment. I am not even sure if I will publish this post, as it is in the moment, and for obviousContinue reading
A few days after what I have badged in my mind as "The Terrible Awful" we got a call from the Multi Agency Safeguarding Hub. A long conversation ensued where the woman at the otherContinue reading
I realise I am at risk of this blog teetering into misery memoir and that is not at all my intention. I guess I kind of want to get the story over to start toContinue reading
24 January 2019. The day after I wrote THAT letter. My husband took AJ to work. Somehow, he was just about hanging onto an apprenticeship at a leisure centre about 15 miles away. His managerContinue reading
I have been wrangling with where to go next with our story....the thing is, I have a mixed up chronology, for reasons already rehearsed. In fact, I am not entirely sure that chronology necessarily matters.Continue reading
