come across this kind of situation before. She gingerly asked me lots of questions which was understandable. One of them being did my mum know about anything. I frowned. It was hard enough coming into the counsellor’s office and speaking my truth; let alone speaking to mum about it.
The counsellor left the room for a while. Dylan and I sat there gazing at each other. I was coming out in cold and hot sweats, and he kept reassuring me that everything was going to be ok. It wasn’t long before she came back into the room and sat promptly and stated quite factually that she had managed to contact my mother who was now on her way to school. I must admit that I was startled at this revelation, and I wasn’t sure if my mother would believe me. But it was something we were going have to face; one way or another.