My daughter got home tonight to find her house was broken into during the day. A few years ago, in another city, she came home and found a burglar in her house. Thank goodness, he was more afraid than she, and ran away.
She is very shocked. I've been on the phone with her for several hours. The police have been, but the forensics team are busy elsewhere, so they can't even get the window boarded up yet. Her partner has got home now, so she isn't alone, but he is doing lots of practical stuff - insurance, police, neighbours CCTV - and not the emotional stuff.
She said "I know I'm going to start seeing the first one again" and all my PTSD alarm bells started ringing. When I asked she says she just has nightmares sometimes, and they are always of the burglar.
I'm talking to her on the phone for half an hour, then ringing off and calling back after an interval, and gradually increasing that interval from ten minutes to half an hour. In this longer gap I'm realising I feel a bit wobbly too.
If you were her, what would you want to hear from your mother? Apart from " I'm on my way." which I've offered and she has declined
She is very shocked. I've been on the phone with her for several hours. The police have been, but the forensics team are busy elsewhere, so they can't even get the window boarded up yet. Her partner has got home now, so she isn't alone, but he is doing lots of practical stuff - insurance, police, neighbours CCTV - and not the emotional stuff.
She said "I know I'm going to start seeing the first one again" and all my PTSD alarm bells started ringing. When I asked she says she just has nightmares sometimes, and they are always of the burglar.
I'm talking to her on the phone for half an hour, then ringing off and calling back after an interval, and gradually increasing that interval from ten minutes to half an hour. In this longer gap I'm realising I feel a bit wobbly too.
If you were her, what would you want to hear from your mother? Apart from " I'm on my way." which I've offered and she has declined