When my son first displayed symptoms I felt a desperate need to try and help him.
Part of that need was born out of my own feelings of guilt. The remainder was fuelled my desire to alleviate his psychological pain.
Over the course of my son's diagnosis, there has been a huge shift in me. Initially I could not accept that nothing would help . I embarked upon a frenetic search for that illusive fix. I thought, 'Where did I go wrong? Why can't anyone help him?'