And he won’t let me treat it.  Treating it requires holding part of him still and cleaning the wound.  And he won’t let me.

I have to admit I am all fired up on the inside.

How dare he?
I am his mother!

We are going to the GP to have it seen to medically.

How dare he?
I now have to shell out at least €50 to have something done that I could do myself.

Why can’t he see my logic?  Why won’t he let me treat it?

Because he doesn’t trust me… and he has every right not to.

I am still all fired up inside but there is a little voice coming from the corner of my brain, just behind my right ear, saying:

If someone had manhandled me, the way I have manhandled The Boy in the past, I would not let them near me with a 10 foot barge pole.

Of course it is right.  And of course I must listen to it.  Not just listen to it, but respect it.

I have two choices.  I can force him to do the thing I want to do, or I can admit that I am responsible for the lack of trust and work to help him rebuild his trust in me.

I am going with the latter.  It is hard work, because it is the unfamiliar path, but it is the right path.

So we are going to the GP and he is not getting a lecture about wasting money.

I will consider the €50 another payment in the hire purchase agreement The Boy and I have for safe touching.