This part of Maya is 5. She holds a lot of confusion and feelings. I’m angry with 5 year old maya for not stopping him. Bad I know but I can’t help it. I’m so angry with her, which is awful. Perhaps 5 year old maya will feel better one day.
She’s on her therapists couch still eating sweets and in emergency foster care. She thinks daddy will come but he won’t because T has locked the door. She’s in pain, and not ready to talk yet. She feels a little mute.
what would she say? ‘I’m tired, I’m hurting, have I been good now?’