Around five years ago, we were just a normal family, living comfortably and happily. Then bang – out of the blue – a series of utterly perplexing and confusing changes started in our youngest child, Evie*. She was 16 years old.
No one could help us understand them. Everyone said “she’s a teenager and it’s just a phase”. Evie had been a very bright, capable student until that point; then her grades and engagement with school started to plummet dramatically and trouble with friendships started to emerge.
