Some days are just shit aren’t they. Today I had to deal with my disconsolate daughter who crawled in bed beside me and sobbed for half an hour.
She has been doing ok. Like all of us she is sometimes able to settle into the new routine and deal with the day to day of our new reality.
In fact yesterday was a relatively good day. I drove her to a public park to meet up one on one with a school friend whilst I went to the nearby supermarket. They walked 2m apart round the park. She said they talked about the virus and school and the new age and it seemed to have helped. She hasn’t seen her friends for over 2 months. She is 12.
But today she is again struggling. She is struggling with intrusive thoughts. She is struggling with grief. She is struggling with a sick feeling in her stomach. She is struggling with hours of empty time. She is struggling with loneliness.
She is not alone. There are millions of children out there who feel hopeless even if that’s only some of the time. They are impotent. They cannot help. They are the subject of intense debate. They are carriers and spreaders. They are unwanted; at school, in shops, on the streets, sometimes at home. They cause issues. And don’t think for one minute that they don’t know this.
They are children.
It worries me intensely what all this is doing to our youth and their futures which are all our futures.
And apparently children are resilient. Quite often that is not how it seems.
There is no answer. I have no answers for her. I cannot wave a magic wand. I can’t help make it right.
This virus has stripped me of my ability to do that.