To whoever cares,

Why was the work with Little One so 'easy' in comparison to the work with Teenage One? We have been trying to do whatever it is we plan on doing with Teenage One for at least four years now and yet I still feel much like I did at the beginning. Four years and in some ways it feels like we haven't got anywhere.

I am no closer to knowing what she needs. I am no closer to knowing how to help her. I am no closer to seeing her in a different light.

Ok, maybe a tiny tiny step closer, but it's like a complete mystery to me still. Bit with Little One I knew. Sure, it took a little while for her to learn to trust, to feel safe, with you and with me, but this, with Teenage One, is something else.

Four years on and yet seemingly nothing has changed here. Is she beyond help? Is this part of me lost to me for good?

I guess only time wil tell.