I am not crazy. However, I am abused. I put the details on the other blog, but they really aren’t important. After being beat up 12 consecutive days, I have disengaged. I feed her, I make sure she has her meds, and I keep her safe from herself. I am being physically abused by a six year old and I can not stop her. I no longer talk about feelings, cuddle, read stories, or even smile at her. She is up twelve hours a day and my goal for each of those hours is that GB doesn’t get hurt and at least gets away from this madhouse for a couple of hours each day.
A special meeting was held on Hope today, at 11:45. I assume they came up with nothing new as I haven’t heard from them. I am not crazy, but I am not me either. So strange.