An apology

Last week and this week have been tough.  The pressure of feeling unsupported by Cahms coupled with Emily's fragile state of mind has been hard, really hard.  Too many times she's told me she wanted to be dead.  Too many times she's cut her arms and her legs.

Then on Wednesday this week everything changed.  I received a phone call from a Family Therapist asking to set up a meeting for today.  It seems one of the Doctors, not really in contact with Emily, had picked up on the lack of intervention and had set wheels in motion.

My husband worked from home so he could attend the session today.  We sat in a room with a Therapist, a Doctor and a Student Nurse and we talked about what family therapy was about. We explored some of my background and my husband did everything he could to show his willingness to support Emily.  Given my own mental health issues, therapy is no stranger to me. For my husband, this is brand new.  He participated fully today and instantly agreed to attend  further sessions regardless of work commitments. I am so very proud of him.

During the session, the therapist openly admitted that mistakes had been made, that Emily should not have been left for 6 weeks without therapeutic intervention.  She apologised and asked me if I, in view of this lack of care, would be able to put my trust in them.

Throughout this 'journey' my only concern has been the well being of my daughter.  I do believe that errors can happen, but from talking to the various practitioners today I can see they are truly sorry.  They know they have let Emily down and they intend to put that right.

I am relived that the situation will be changing rapidly and that Emily will soon be able to start the difficult path to recovery.

A simple apology can go a long way.