My child is not learning, I’ve learnt nothing.
He’s in bed, reading, in a sling, crying.
I can’t stop thinking about the fact that he’s in such a situation.
I’ve had a very hard time with this.
When I was nine, my brother and sister went to live with us.
It was the worst time of our lives, we had to get up in the morning, come back home, go to work and we could only sleep in our bed.
We went to the local primary school, which was a small, private school, with very few teachers and staff.
I remember that day very clearly, I cried so much, crying and crying.
We spent our first days there, at the end of the school day, and I remember crying so much that the teachers were so scared that they had to give me a dressing gown, I said, ‘I’m just crying, I’m not going to cry’.
It was very traumatic, it was a really bad feeling.
I couldn’t get my head around it.
I thought about it, I thought ‘what have I done wrong?’
But it just went on and on.
When we came back to Australia, my mum, my sisters and I, my husband, and we all had to do the same thing: go to the school in the day, come home, come to work, then go to school again, come out of school, come in to school, go back to school.
I was very traumatised, because my family, my friends, my family and my mum were all there.
But we had the courage to go back.
I think it was just the strength that I have to keep pushing myself, because I have never felt this way before, to just be able to be independent.
It’s been difficult to accept that, to accept my child and my siblings are not learning anything.
The biggest thing is, when I get home, I think, ‘what happened?’ and I think about my kids.
I don’t know what to do.
I just think about them, and how they were crying, how my daughter was crying, and they didn’t know why she was crying.
And then I think that I am responsible for it, and it’s just me, I am the one who was the cause of it.
The last two years have been a lot of stress.
It has been really hard, especially at the beginning.
When you go through a tough time, you can feel really angry, but then you don’t have to be angry.
I had to go to a very difficult place.
When people were angry at me, they were just angry with me, and not at the situation that I was in.
When the kids were angry, it wasn’t just at me.
When they were angry with my mum for not doing enough, or my brother, they just were angry.
They weren’t angry at the school, they weren’t at my family.
It wasn’t even my own family.
When someone says something, it doesn’t mean you have to listen to it, but I had no idea what they were talking about.
I didn’t understand what they meant.
So I didn, I was really angry.
When my son was five, my sister and I were going to go on a beach holiday.
We had a couple of friends with us, and my brother went with me.
I went with my friends and my sister, and then we came home and my son wasn’t home.
We weren’t home, my son had gone off to school and my friend and I went out to the beach to watch the sunset.
We sat on the sand, and the sun came up and we were so happy.
But the next day, the sun was out and we couldn’t see our son, we couldn´t see him at all.
So we just had to sit there, on the beach, and watch the sun go down.
I felt very guilty.
My family had been really nice to me and my family but then, suddenly, there was no one to be with.
My son went off to another school, and that’s when I was devastated.
I wasn’t angry, I wasn´t really upset.
It just felt like I had let them down.
And I had also let them get away with something, I had not spoken to them.
It didn’t make sense, I just felt really, really angry about it.
It made me very angry, and so I just cried.
And that was it.
That was the only time I cried.
But that was the hardest thing for me.
You don’t want to cry, you don´t want to feel angry.
But when you don™t have anything to be mad at, then it becomes very hard to accept it.
If my son or my sister hadn´t gone to school in that