I went to meetings, I hoovered, nodded my head, I listened to ‘professionals’, I hoovered, I talked about my child to people I had never met before and would never see again, I hoovered, I sat with other parents in the park and listened to their weekend plans, I made sure I had the right food stuffs, I went to coffee mornings, I hoovered.
I didn’t want to blamed and I didn’t want to be judged.
Other children went to school, other children could be helped.She contradicted sometimes, surprised us all, so it can’t be that bad. Why doesn’t she want help?
I didn’t know.
Maybe it was my fault?
So I hoovered.