Trying very hard not to dissolve in a puddle of tears right now. Or hysterical laughter. Or just run off into the snow, never to be found again. Diva has been increasingly difficult over the last several months. Pretty much just a royal pain. Everything I say is just wrong wrong wrong. She cannot be asked to do a doggone thing without flying off the handle. I chalked it up to typical teen garbage. She'll be 13 in less than a month. Got a call from school SW this morning. Diva's cutting. Color me stunned, especially after all the cr*p she gave thank you over his cutting. Apparently she told a friend, who thankfully told SW. But what has me even more worried is that SW said that Diva's train of thought seemed "irrational" to her. I have to be honest, I have not had any meaningful conversation with- her in weeks. I feel like mother of the year right now (NOT). SW would not divulge any details of her conversation, other to say that Diva's way is the only way according to Diva. SW mentioned "irrational" several times. I know this lady from when thank you was in 1st and 2nd grade - she seemed to know her stuff back then. Diva would not even consider, for example, that friend who reported her was trying to help which baffles me because we *just* had a conversation about 2 weeks ago re: the importance of letting an adult know if a friend is hurting themselves or talking about hurting themselves (friend is apparently getting aggressive/violent). Bottom line, SW recommends evaluation ASAP and counseling. You know you've been dealing with- difficult child-land too long when therapists have retired. Mine is gone. thank you's genius of a therapist is amazingly still in practice. Not in today, but I gave receptionist the run down, said Diva is thank you's sis, and receptionist is going to talk with- therapist Monday to see if we can get her in really fast. In the meantime, I have to figure out a way to finesse her to get her to talk to me and try to get a glimpse of the cuts so I can figure out if we're off on round who-knows-what in terms of hospital evaluations. I really just want to close my eyes, click my heels 3 times, and land in Kansas (or *someplace) where all is good and healthy.