That’s where I come in.

I work with young people who have stopped doing the things everyone else assumes should be easy — school, friends, leaving the house, going into shops, getting on a bus, ordering their own bloody McDonald’s. And I work with the parents standing in the middle of it all thinking: what the actual fk am I supposed to do now?

I don’t blame you. I’m not going to send you off with a generic list of coping strategies. I strip anxiety right back — right back to the days where the only thing you worried about was whether the cat biscuits they’d eaten were going to kill them. I explain what anxiety is, why it shows up, and how to tell it to sit the hell back down when it’s making life impossible. 

Then we make realistic progress. I’m not for everyone — if you want fluffy, therapeutic talk about big feelings and clinical words that mean nothing to your young person, then I’m not your person.

And when school becomes part of the problem? I help with that too. Because sometimes you need someone who understands attendance, anxiety, SEND, safeguarding and how the local authority work well enough to help you say: “Thank you for your ridiculously unrealistic, unhelpful advice. Lets try another way"  Professionally, obviously.

So if family life has become one enormous negotiation, your young person’s world is getting smaller, and you’re completely bloody exhausted from trying to work out what to do next…