We don’t like you. Please go away. Take your vomit and your pain, pack your grubby bags and leave my family alone. We’re tired of your pain, your burning rage and your side-effects. We don’t like you.
Please pull your socks up. Please listen, please act and please care. Please use your skills and your tests and find some answers.
Dear Cranial Osteopath,
Thank you for your efforts, they were appreciated more than you can imagine. Thank you for that moment of hope at a time that was so desperate. Thank you for listening.
Dear Health Visitor,
No. Putting my baby to bed when he isn’t tired as it won’t work and induces stress. No. keeping hot, healthy meals on constant standby incase the baby wants to eat at some point this week is not an option; I have another child and I work too so we need to have meals at mealtimes. I will, however, constantly offer some form of food, perhaps not hot, in case he does eat eventually. No. Weighing my baby every week will not make his weight shoot up, will only make me feel like more of a failure and will increase the time spent at the surgery, feeling stressed. No.
We put all our hopes into you. Will you help us? The medications, the tests, the shoulder to cry on… it eases the moment but will you help us? The toys in the box and the stethoscope to fiddle with… the nods and the “I understand”s… the appointments, the reviews, the medications, the medications, the medications…
You have been no help at all. Goodbye.
You have been with us for almost thirteen months. We know all about you. We live with you, we live in fear of you, we know how to supress you. We know which foods you feed on, which foods make you stronger and knock us down a little bit more. We know all about you.
And now you bring your friends into our home, wiping your muddy boots all over the carpet and trampling the sofa like unwanted teenagers. We know all about you.
We don’t know why you’re here.