Living life on the borderline

Tiny hands.

Posted on: July 26, 2010

Very tiny hands and fingers, sticky from being in little mouths (and hopefully not somewhere else). Big eyes and huge mops of floppy hair. Little cherub faces, with a mouth that opens but may never speak. Their hands may never write much more than their name. Some cannot see, cannot hear. For some of them, it gets harder to just breathe every day. And yet they always smile at you, smiling wide and trusting. Pinching you, kicking you, screaming at you – and hugging you, holding your hand, trying to sit on your lap and saying “I love you” through gaps in their front teeth.

It makes you so happy to be part of trying to make their life easier, and so angry that so many take things for granted.

Working with children with profound/multiple learning difficulties breaks my heart sometimes.


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I'm an 18 year old girl/woman/person of the female gender who blogs about growing up, living with mental health problems and her experience with the NHS mental health services, both CAMHS and CMHTs. Expect plenty of teenage angst and general craziness. Nothing out of the ordinary here.

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