Today has been a chaotic day topped with heaping piles of stress and fury rolled into a messy pile of shit. My eldest daughter sees a counselor for Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and told her counselor this morning that my ex in Oregon tried constantly to touch her inappropriately, and that she would scream at him to leave her alone, or lock herself behind a door to hide.
I haven’t felt this helpless and filled with rage in a long time.
I don’t know what to do.
Or where to turn.
Or even what to say to her.
I have hugged her, told her it wasn’t her fault, reassured her of our love for her, and that I believe her.
But I am frozen as to what to do next.
My brain refuses to think of anything else.
Honoring Loki has flown right out of my head, and all I can do is keen in grief and rage at my child’s pain.
I will call the counselor to find out what we need to do next, but I am shattered that this happened to her.