Solas
We had a meeting with her counseller from Solas on Tuesday evening with regards to her continued sessions and her skipping of sessions etc. I can understand when she gets in from a long day in school, the last thing she wants to do is head up town to talk about a load of personal stuff and Mam with her counseller, but we also explained that until the counseller is happy to finish therapy,
she should stay going.
I still can’t believe how long this counsller has lasted, she went through 4 previous to this one and they each lasted between 2 weeks and a month. The meeting went quite well, C , her counseller chatted with us as to what we felt about the therapy and how the kid was getting on. It was decided then that maybe Tuesday wasn’t a great day, so perhaps another day. Thursday has become the new thearpy day and C feels that there is still a bit to cover with respects to different things that went on in the kids past etc.
The kid was very funny, she’s not comfortable with us being serious when talking to her, but obviously with the counsller sitting in the same room as us we couldn’t start joking around. A number of times, she checked with me in case I was getting upset, which is something she doesn’t like at all. I must have looked on the verge of tears, I explained that it could be the heating in the room or PMT, take your pick.
All in all, a productive meeting. We had to leg it from there to the Bailey to meet this RTE woman. As it turns out its a radio show and not a TV one, thank god. I think I was beginning to have 2nd thoughts if it was tv. Basically, she wants to interview us, get some snippets of home life with
us in the apartment and that’s about it. She’s calling around tonight to start the process off. She wants to tape us having dinner, should be entertaining rather then informative methinks. If people are privy to what goes on in our place prior to dinner, they might think not alone should gay people not be parents but that we are barmy as well.
The halloween break is going well for her, she’s sleeping an average of 4 hours in the night.! Yesterday as I was getting up for work, she was just heading to bed after a marathon session of Space Invaders. It has to be an age thing. The ability to stay up that long, go to bed , get like 3 hours sleep and then back up again to meet Joe Boyf. I would be dead. A walking zombie. Mammy2 couldn’t comprehend it, then again she needs about 12 hours of sleep on average per day. She was ‘hanging’ with him for most of the day, and then ploughed into the apartment at around 9 STARVING. Mammy2 whipped up her special, penne arribiata. She devoured that and went back to sprawling on the couch , whilst texting and talking about her day. She ‘forgot’ to hand her CV in anywhere.
Job hunting still going really well then I see. Considering she’s back to gettting her pocket money next month, she’ll probably wait it out.
Her pocket money this week she reluctantly donated to us for flowers for Mam’s grave. We’re visiting it this weekend on our way to Mayo, as I never got down to it for her birthday to put flowers there.
This is also the first weekend we are trusting the kid by herself. I’m more concerned about her eating habits then worrying about her bringing anyone back. She won’t, that much I know. She knows how we feel about anyone in the apartment that we don’t know. Her best mate D is coming ove ron Saturday night and they are having a girlie night with DVDs and takeout. Also D has to ring us from the home phone to confirm that she’s there. Not that we don’t trust her of course, just to be sure.
Teenagers are very trustworthy. Ahem.
