I have had six children, five alive and one in heaven. Now adults. One grandchild of nearly two. He should be the light of my life. I've waited for him. Its all turned into a nightmare. My daughter, for her own reasons, decided to turn parenting into a degree course, she was in competition to prove she is better than I was. I did my best. On my own. My ex husband ran away when our daughter died and I was left to raise the survivors. Three went to University which I paid for, one got offered a place but decided not to take it up and the other has learning difficulties. All now successful, do not claim benefits and have successful relationships. Not so bad then. I've never been told I can't see my grandson, I am not asked to baby sit, I am not allowed to have him on my own. Have never got to the bottom of why. I've had him on my own by default a hand full of times and everything went well on each occasion. Four times over Christmas I tried to arrange to take him to Circus, to see Santa to go on the Santa Express. Excuses all the way. Now he hides if ever he sees me, runs to his mum and says "I'm shy". I have no idea why, I've tried acknowledging him but not pushing contact. He doesn't say this to anyone else. My daughter will only say how precious he is to her and she couldn't cope if anything happened. This is the crux. My daughter died in an accident at home. No one's fault. An accident. I wonder if this is why, that I am somehow in her head to blame who knows, I can't push it. If that were the answer and I was somehow being punished for losing a child it would end our relationship. I love my daughter. I'm very sad at her behaviour. What advice can you give?
Wicked Little Letters? (funny film of a long-forgotten case)