the birm*

"if God was a loving god, he wouldn't've let me cut my arms..." is what one of the resident girls told me at work during lunch today. she was calling staff everything under the sun (not nice things...) one minute and then laughing and joking the next (which i think is a result of her medication), so i knew she wasn't serious and didn't want an explanation and was just saying this to "offend me"(her words), though obviously she may have believed it. what do you say? i was in the room with 6 other kids and 4 other staff. so i said that i disagreed with that and that i would not have an argument or even start to try to explain now but that i'd love to some time she was in a good mood. she didn't respond and just went on to something else. i hope it didn't appear to be an evasion of the subject, which i think is a very important one and one, which would be great to start a discussion.
but it got me thinking: how do i explain this to her anyway? how can i be relevant? how can i possibly relate to anything she's been through? how can i be loving, caring and sensitive while telling her the truth? i hope she was serious and asks me again some day... or maybe i'll ask her what she really thinks.