Something else happened tonight, I rang the emergency services again.
My child texted me to pick him up immediately after something upsetting, can’t say what.
So I rang the emergency number.
I took pictures of the notes he left, the mess etc.
I took all the knives into my room where my child is sleeping with me, put a wedge on the bottom of the door. My friend wants to call social services next week, she is worried about us.
The therapist warned me about the dangerous stage we are out, with the realisation of loss of control, so I must have my mobile with me, fully charged at all times.
My child knows there has to be a frank discussion with SS. I spoke about moving out asap. Texts received have to be shown.
We don’t feel safe.