Sorrow digs a well in my soul that will one day be filled with joy.
So we just met with Ariel’s first grade teacher, Lori Wheeler. What an awesome lady. She told us how Ariel is doing in school academically, but mostly we talked about how she is loved at school. Ariel is so well behaved, has made friends and the teachers adore her.
Marisa and I are happy that there is a place she can be her future self. At home she is her current broken self. Over the last few days her level of destruction has increased and she has taken to hurting herself during rages, usually by banging her head on the walls or floor. I try to stay close and have had to forcibly hold her to prevent injury several times.
On top of all that Jeffrey and Ariel have increased the intensity of their fights from simply shouting to hitting and throwing things at each other. Instigation and escalation are balanced between the two.
We were told things would get worse before they got better, I wonder how much worse it will get?
Ariel is broken; and my heart breaks every day when I see the grief and sorrow in her little body.