Hi everyone,
I’ve been a member for a long time but I don’t post very often so I thought I would reintroduce myself before I start moaning
I’m a single parent to a 17 year old son who has complex needs. I have cared for him 24/7 without a break since the day he was born. I don’t have a supportive family (they’re so abusive I try to keep away from them as much as possible and I don’t let them near my son), I had to give up work to look after him so money is always tight and I’ve had horrendous experiences with public sector workers over the years, to the point that I actually think I might have some sort of PTSD type thing now as I get awful physical symptoms from something as simple as asking for a prescription.
I home educated him for ten years due to the dreadful lack of suitable provision when he was younger. I had planned for him to start secondary school at the age of 11 but he went down with some sort of illness that has never been identified and was almost completely housebound for three years - we never found out why or what was going on. I then tried to get him in to a special school at age 15 with a view to him going to college at 16, only to discover that there literally wasn’t a single place that wasn’t over an hour’s drive away. We moved to a different county to get him in to a college that we were able to live three miles away from and it has been a disaster. The Local Authority pay no attention to the SEN Code Of Practice and even after we won our appeal, they still didn’t put appropriate provision in place until the second academic year, by which time his health had deteriorated severely due to the lack of support. He’s now on a reduced timetable and has regressed, making the whole experience a complete waste of time.
I feel constantly that I am talking to brick walls when explaining my son’s problems and how to meet his needs. His assessment information for the college is over 80 pages long and even with all of that they still don’t get it and are still suggesting he does things that are just way too much for him to cope with. I have long since given up with doctors as none of them seem to understand anything beyond medication and, as he doesn’t have conditions that can be cured with meds, there’s really nothing they can offer.
I’ve been looking around at adult care and leisure facilities in the area and each thing seems to be the same. The sorts of activities they put on are of no interest to him and for some reason all the social groups we’ve been to have very loud music playing constantly, which drives him nuts. There’s very little, it seems, that he’s going to be able to do and I’ve already had a row with the adult services social worker when she phoned about arranging the assessment; she sounds like an arrogant idiot and I am sick and tired of dealing with people like her. My son’s needs aren’t difficult to meet, but people do need to be sensitive to his environment and understand that he doesn’t show stress in an obvious way and his reactions are often delayed. No-one seems to be willing to listen to me and the end result is that I just feel I’m constantly working harder to put right the things that other people do wrong.
I’m contemplating moving again, nearer where we lived before so that at least we are back near friends. I’ve pretty much resigned myself to either looking after him myself for the rest of my days or having to hand him over to someone who will decimate his health in three months flat and neither option appeals to me!
Not really looking for advice or suggestions, in all honesty, I’m just wondering if anyone has found a way to have a life of their own whilst their loved one is well looked after by other people? I feel like Indiana Jones constantly looking for obscure treasure I don’t need red carpet treatment, just for him to stay healthy and not be wrecked when other people get involved. Has anyone got a good experience they can share? I’ve met a lovely couple locally who are in their eighties and they are still having to do a lot for their disabled daughter even though she’s been in a care home for twenty years and has a full care package in place. It’s really got me down; I’d always assumed that eventually I wouldn’t have to do this anymore but I feel now that even if he doesn’t live with me I’ll still have to do a lot of the work.
Sorry for all the moaning. If anyone has a good story to share I’d love to hear it Thanks in advance
x
PS I feel I should end on a positive note; he switched from DLA to PIP when he was 16, the assessor was lovely and he was awarded Enhanced Rate for both categories so I do have one positive story to look back on