
Not chronological, just moments, some of the dark ones, some with glimmers.

Trauma is expensive. Therapy, cold water dips, McDonald’s, Vinted, Deliveroo, tutoring…
CPTSD is cruel, debilitating, life changing and exhausting. It is also incredibly expensive. Particularly when all three of us had/have it.
For me, aside from the years of excess red wine and Marlboro, which I’ve now thankfully been able to escape from, I’ve only been able to recover from PTSD through an amalgam of many elements.
Why is it so hard to watch TV with CPTSD? Boxsets I could actually watch.
With CPTSD I found it very difficult to watch anything new on television, I didn’t have the capacity to follow or concentrate, and there was comfort in watching reruns of SATC or the Gilmore Girls.

Losing the connection with my children - and how I got it back.
The most surprising thing — something I couldn’t have even fathomed — was that when it all happened, my relationship with my children shifted.
There were, of course, my own feelings: shock, anger, disgust — a lot of that.
And then guilt. The mother-guilt. How did I let this happen?

Diary #2: The first weekend
I told my dad to get me some Marlboro. I was shaking uncontrollably, even though it was a warm summer day. My body was ice-cold. Numb.
I knew Liam had mental health issues. But not this.
Diary #1: Early signs.
Sunday
I’d just come back from a work trip. Technically it was a festival, so I’d spent a good chunk of it avoiding clients, sipping gin with Fever-Tree, and dancing to Jo Whiley. Felt groggy for the handover with Liam, but nothing unusual—until Lola said something that made my stomach drop.
And another of ‘those’ weeks…
I’ve just been out for a dog walk… and am now covered in bird shit, it is supposed to be lucky, but all over my shirt, my hair although thankfully my baseball hat was saved. It just really sums up the week, I think.

Parenting a child with CPTSD - to boundary or not to boundary..
One of the hardest challenges I’ve had to face is this: how do you parent when your child’s been abused? How do you know when to give consequences? How do you know when they might be using their trauma to their advantage in classic teen fashion?

‘Sexual Abuse doesn’t kill children’ said a Social Worker.
A senior social worker actually said that to me.
He said that to me as I was questioning if I should let their father see them whilst the disclosures were still ambiguous.
Over the first few months of the girls disclosures I felt like I was living in 'Sleeping with the Enemy'. The girls told me more and more, they draw pictures, they acted out what he did and every time I would report new developments I was told to stop. I was told I was emotionally abusing the children

When Lola gets rape threats.
Summer 2023. Since Court reopened, Lola who is by now 13 is struggling to process the abuse she suffered. She started hanging around with the wrong crowd and I would be getting weekly calls from the School regarding her 'choices'.
From Paedo to Narcissist..falling for the Love Bombing.
So when i wrote that my husband had left and I was heartbroken as it was all me and Court I realise I was still disillusioned.
It wasn't me, the Girls, Court, the menopause. It was him.

Part 25: Application for Expert in Family Court (and being unprepared in Court).
As part of Court Part 2 - where we are lining up for a Fact Finding Hearing (Trial) to agree future contact arrangements, any party can apply for a Part 25 which is a request for professional expert (psychological in my case) assessment of the child in order to determine what is in the best interest of the child.
Directions Hearing (no 8?) and Cafcass Section 7 report.
In the last Court date a FHDR it was stipulated that the girls Guardian (Cafcass appointed) should meet Iris (Lolais no longer part of the proceedings despite her father requesting otherwise) and produce a Section 7 report with his recommendations.
The term 'Section 7' fills me with dread still. In the original Court case it was the Social Workers Section 7 which threw me (and the girls) under the bus as they said they did not believe any abuse took place and Liam should have unfettered access to his children.
Back to reality - the end of the ‘dream’.
And now my current husband has said ‘shall we call it a day’, at the Polish Club in South Kensington as we were waiting to meet friends for dinner.

The back story.
When my youngest daughter was 3 she started to disclose to my mother and I that her father with whom I had separated was sexually abusing her. This was nearly 6 years ago and after 2.5 years in the family court he was found culpable. I have spent the last 3 years rebuilding our lives the best way that I can, but now, because he is demanding more time with my youngest daughter (the eldest likes to think of him as dead and he was called Voldemort by her for some years) we are back in the court system.

Hindsight is always a wonderful thing.
I have a distinct memory of calling Lola on the second night., I was at a black tie dinner but as I went outside to speak to her she was hysterical, screaming for me to come home. Of course I had no idea why. I felt trapped knowing that they weren’t happy when they were with him but I had no idea why or grounds to stop it.
Fact Finding; the reality of a trial.
His first question, my wedding, the assertation I was unhinged. I did have to explain in front of my parents that I was unprepared for a Greek wedding and the nail in the coffin was unintentionally having a spliff at 4am....but I was also confident I had done nothing wrong.
Supervised Contact. How supervised is it?
Originally both girls were directed to have supervised contact weekly on a Saturday managed by a Children's Centre. This went on for a period of about 18 months - which you can imagine was limiting if we had weekend plans - and we missed countless plans. Camping trips with friends, visits to the beach, critical Euro football matches…

And the Fact Finding is postponed for the 2nd time.
I shouldn't be surprised. Every time there is an end in sight it gets ripped away from underneath me.
People say 'try and park it', it is out of your control, look at the positives. But I have planned the next two months. Holiday days I have needed to book off work, cancelled events close to the week as 4 days in Court was going to need every ounce of strength

How much can one person take?
I have always been a glass half full person, can see the positives, have a growth mindset and look to the future. But in the past few weeks I have felt broken. In my earlier post I wrote about judgement, and seriously I don't think anyone has in a year what I have had in the past 3 weeks.
Judgement (not THE Judgement).
It is very easy for friends and family members to offer advice or an opinion. But I am finally at the point where I can say - No, I know I am strong, I know I fuck up, but I know I have done everything I can to protect my children.