I was going to post this on the SN boards, but actually, I think it sits better here. Can't even be arsed to name change
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I dont know what I am really asking for - advice? not really - but I am very isolated and really have nobody other than my mother (who has many other things to worry about) to talk to about how awful things are.
Our family life and, I think it is fair to say, the mental and emotional health of my whole family is completely broken. The crux of it is our son, who is 11 yrs old and autistic. Life has been a constant struggle for him (and for us, because of his needs) since he was very small. He has always had extremely challenging behaviour and our lives have had to be totally focussed on meeting his needs. I won't bore on, but it has been hard - isolating (I have few friends left, very little social life), emotionally draining (understatement) and increasingly, incredibly painful (watching your baby grow up into someone who is desperately unhappy, unable to function in most social environments, violent).
At times, life has taken a very dark turn. Three years ago, I went into a very serious depression (around the time my son's second school placement broke down and I was at home all day caring for him for several months). I ended up spending some time in a psychiatric ward (voluntary, although I think if I hadn't agreed I would have been sectioned). I came out of that dark place eventually, and have been back at work for a year and coping OK.
But life feels awfully hard again lately. DS has been out of school pretty much since October. His anxiety levels are through the roof and his levels of violence are out of control. We are trying to get him a place at a residential school for September (or sooner, if the LA will agree). But that seems so far away. I am scared of what may happen to us all in the time before that. And despite the fact that we really have no other options but to send him away somewhere where they can keep him safe and meet his needs, I feel an absolute failure as a mother
. The grief and guilt is immense
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We have honestly, honestly tried every bit of intervention, got every bit of professional 'help', that we could possibly get for him and for us over the years, bar putting him into care. We have had OTs and SALTs and Ed psychs and private psychs and CAMS and social workers and the police and every bloody professional out there giving DS and our family 'support'...but it has come to this.
I am sending my baby away to a boarding school
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And what happens after that? His sister (who adores him, but has been badly affected by all of this stress and difficulty in our family life) is turning from a gentle, sunny child to an anxious one (pretending she has a tummy ache to stay off school or to be able to sleep in my bed with me; crying all the time; tantrumming in a way that mimics his meltdowns). I feel like I have let her down, too, by bringing her in to this dysfunctional family.
My marriage is in tatters. DH and I use all our reserves to try to deal with DS, and to try to juggle our working lives around a child who now won't go to school. We have nothing left to give each other. I can't even imagine how our relationship will be once DS is at residential school. I dont even know who we are anymore.
We have all the other problems of normal family life - financial worries, ageing and ill parents, my sister is going through a bad break up from an abusive relationship and needs support etc. It all feels so hard.
And now I have to find the energy to fight the LA to fund a place at boarding school for my DS. It may involve expensive solicitors and a tribunal and I am just so fucking knackered with it all.
I am just so tired. I have lost a stone this months without even trying. I have no appetite. I think I am anaemic. I feel like sleeping and crying most of the time. But how can I? I have to keep going.
I am sorry if this has turned into an epic self pitying ramble.
I am nearly 40. I had no idea that my life would ever be so grindingly fucking hard.