365 Days Later...

365 Days Later... I'd been doing the Freedom Program, but was still in touch with S's father from time to time. I got a name and number for him, of a lady who ran counselling sessions for perpetrators of domestic abuse. I told him if he would begin counselling sessions we could talk about setting up regular contact. This was against the advice of my health visitor, the people at the Freedom Program, and all of the friends who knew the details of what had been going on.

He dragged his heels for three weeks, saying things like "we'll see" and "you make out like I hit you or something" whenever I asked if he'd called the lady about counselling yet.

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