I have far too much understanding of children's mental health. I wish I didn't. I wish it was all something that happened to someone else. Instead, all of our children also have far too much understanding about children's mental health.
On August 15th 2014 my step-daughter Elspeth took her own life. I wrote about it, you can read my
Dear Elspeth post here, but it will make you sad, so maybe don't read it if you are at work. I also wrote about
how our children seemed to cope over the first 9 months, and what helped them.
It's now 2 1/2 years later, and Elspeth is still dead. Her siblings don't see her or speak to her every single day. Her step-sister doesn't have another teenage girl at home to talk about make up and clothes. Her step-brother has gone to university alone, just as he went to college alone, after spending 8 years as her classmate.
Her little brother won't belt out Les Miserables songs beautifully at full volume any more. He won't sing at all. He says it's rubbish. Neither of her little brothers will enter or stay in an empty room.
One of her siblings has spent a large part of the last 18 months ill in hospital.