A woman’s child in elementary school was committed for psychological evaluation and residential treatment.
Rare for a child so young.
Real need for support.
The mother came knocking on the door.
“I don’t have anyone to talk to. My friends have all turned away from me. Some won’t answer my calls. Others are whispering about our family behind our backs…but we know.”
Then the line that made my heart stop…
“In anger I lashed out as my last friend turned away. If my kid broke his arm, you’d be bringing me a casserole right now!!”
A child’s malfunctioning brain.
Truly not much different…than a broken arm…unless we tell ourselves it is.
Time to change the story.