This photo of a girl recovering from cutting is now widely shared in Facebook; my daughter’s daily update.
Again today, my daughter (12) told me about a good friend sending photos of her cuts by WhatsApp to another friend, showing her arms covered with cutting marks and large butterflies.
She wasn’t aware that this girl was cutting, but she’s not surprised anymore.
My first cutting post was the primary reason for me to start blogging last January.
The good things that came up since I understood that not all’s glittery pink at the teens kingdom (ok, I didn’t think it was), is that I started blogging, and then there’s this parenting new site that followed , an amazing journey for me.
The bad thing is that my daughter is breaking news to me every second day now about the epidemic spreading, and guess who became the news reporter to other naive parents, thinking their world is glittery pink.
As in “Hey, what’s up, how ’bout some coffee? BTW your daughter is cutting, you should see what’s going on there!”
Or even better: “Hi, you don’t know me, but your daughter is cutting. Yes, your daughter. No, I’m not crazy. Yes, her arms. Well, not only her arms. Yes, with a knife…well she might be using other tools as well, I have no idea! No, she’s not trying to commit suicide. Do you think it’s a good idea to look into it? You know what, why don’t you speak to someone who’s better qualified than me to break these news to you?????”
Great weekend update; I have another unfamiliar mom in line to talk to.
Another sleepless night ahead.
Decided to share my headache with you; I’ll feel better, and you don’t have to read it, the classic win- win.
* What if the mom will be angry at her daughter, because she didn’t tell her but instead told others? What if it will make things worse for this girl?
*What if this mom already knows, feeling ashamed or feeling it’s her fault, and will blame her daughter for making others aware of it as well?
* What if she’ll be angry, and her daughter will be angry at my daughter and will stop being friends with her?
* She’ll be angry, her daughter will blame the friend that she sent the photo to, and both will blame my daughter?
* Both will tell the others in their group and ALL will stop being friends with my daughter…
* What if my daughter will stop confiding in me. That’s the worst thing that could happen.
One thing’s for sure, I need to get my daughter’s approval first.
I tried. Bad idea, really bad.
I’m not qualified to be a mom. Didn’t pass the exams.
I need to remember that so far, somehow this breaking news thing went ok. It will probably be ok this time again. Sure it will! I’ll only take the daily anti anxiety pill.
I’ll call her tomorrow. Some tomorrows never come, but if it will, I promise to let you know if I’m still alive.