Day one at the new school arrived. Emily had been assigned a couple of girls to buddy her and help her get used to the new routine. School were aware of the reasons she had moved and were sympathetic.
I sent her off to the bus with her brother, in her new uniform hoping that this would be the start of a new, better, chapter.
Unfortunately, one of the buddies wasn't in the same lessons and the one who was, had no intention of fulfilling the 'buddy' duties. Emily had been left in the middle of a school she didn't know, with no buddy, no timetable and no idea where she should go next. Her confidence was already as low as it could be, it was all too much. The tears started. Fortunately, she managed to follow the signs to student support and once there got a timetable and help to find the first classroom.
It was a tough day, with little guidance and no friends. But by the end of it some children had chatted to her and there was a glimmer of hope. I had to try and get to to cling to that when she sat sobbing that evening.
A diary of ongoing events documenting mental health issues of mother and daughter
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