Stacie’s dreams

My daughter Stacie is twenty three. since her fourteenth birthday she has been suffering from a social phobia due to being badly bullied at school. For months she tried to fight it by getting off the bus and going in the opposite direction to the children filing into school. She would spend hours on the cliffs or in the local library hiding out until it was time to get back on the bus and come home. It is a testament to how bright she is that she wasn’t behind on her school work.

All that changed on her birthday. After a day out she broke down and begged me not to make her go back to school. Finding out your child is so unhappy she has debated walking off the top of the cliff was horrific and heart breaking. I rang the school and spoke to her year head and teacher and they arranged a meeting with her and myself. They promised they would sort things out and would make sure she was ok.

Their solution? To move her to the front of the class directly in front of one of her bullies.

To cut a long story short I decided to take her out of school. A decision I cannot regret, I truly think if I had made her stay I would have lost her. As it is she has spent the last nearly ten years in isolation, missing out on both exams and social contact, something that breaks my heart.

She has always been interested in cooking, in fact watching the food channels is something she would rather watch even today..

 

Her cakes are beautiful, she has a natural aptitude and such a deft touch.. Added to that, she is a perfectionist.

I would give anything to be able to help her realise her dreams.. She would love a little shop, making cakes cookies and sweets. To do the thing she loves and actually make a living and a life and perhaps one day, even feel strong and confident enough to serve out front .

She is completely self taught, obviously as she has left the house barely a handful of times in the past decade. From figures to flowers she has learned to make them wonderfully.

 

It is a beautiful dream, full of treats and sweets and pastel fittings.. As she describes it to me I can see it as clearly as she can herself. I wish I could give her that dream.10559802_10152653398341789_1815834797156247238_nDSCF0779DSCF0784DSCF0801DSCF0780DSCF0777

 

 

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About ladyfreebird750

Mother, grandmother, carer. Eyes now open and heart aching for the many suffering from the actions of the selfish pampered few.
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