Sometimes you find yourself in situations that would previously have been unthinkable. Years ago if someone had told me that I would one day be meeting drug dealers in a car park, handing over cash and begging them to please stay away from my son, I’d have thought they were insane.
Likewise, the very idea of being in an A&E department pleading with the duty doctor to section my suicidal child for his safety.
Yet those are just two examples of how desperate, broken and chaotic life becomes when you are the mother of a child with severe mental health issues who
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