YANBU - at all, not even the very tiniest wee smidgen of a bit.
Doing all the hoop-jumping for disability!stuff for myself is Grim. Watching My Naughty Little Sister having to fight every step of the way to get the support My Beautiful Niecelet needs due to being very severely disabled by something so rare there is no accurate prognosis & the average life expectancy is 2y makes me have The Rage. Full-on stompy rage. I have on more than one occasion got off the phone with MNLS & danced with sheer fury at the rubbish she's having to put up with on top of all the practical stuff like juggling hospital appointments & doing physio with MBN (& those little things like running the house & looking after her stepdaughter & assorted other small people) - to say nothing of the incredible emotional toll it all takes
There are some really quite special Logic Gaps when it comes to disability support. Benefits reform means I got summoned to an ATOS medical (& with my GP being on sick-leave & there being no time to get an appointment with another doctor & get them to request a home visit). Having arranged for my father to come with me (I can't manage my "lightweight" wheelchair myself very well at best of times) & had to travel by taxi as getting to the centre by public transport in the wheelchair in the rush hour is not possible unless/until I get it kitted out as a pseudo-tank (am tempted) we ended up stuck in traffic, so I rang the centre to tell them. It turned out that wheelchairs are banned from that ATOS assessment centre. Totally banned. They'd said to let them know if you'd not be able to do 42 stairs In An Emergency (if I couldn't bumshuffle it I am small enough the parental unit could carry me), no mention of wheelchairs being banned. The suggestion was that I leave my wheelchair in the building reception & my father "help" me to walk. I declined their kind offer & was told to arrange a home visit. Which I did, but with the added stress of a demand I go to another, more distant, medical centre for assessment & then a palaver over the cancellation of that visit. Still not heard anything about a date for my home visit but am not terribly inclined to chase them up about it tbh. Not least because I've about half a dozen hospital departments I need to be contacting to see if perhaps people might like to, er, do their bloody jobs. That kind of farce is bad enough when you're an adult who's only to look after themselves & the kittens - when it's a disabled child [or adult so profoundly disabled as to require the same level of support as (they did as) a child] & their carer it is Oh. So. Much. Worse.
Glitterknickaz
People can be so very delightful, no? My sister has been told that any pregnancy that would lead to the birth of a disabled child should be terminated & assorted shite about the relative "worth" of disabled people. I still think longingly of hunting down the people who come out with this stuff. Rawrgh.
OwlLady
Some of the cretinous people my sister deals with have some truly fascinating things about my niece in their files. She can do all SORTS of things, my niece, according to The Files. Pity it's mostly arrant nonsense made up by God alone knows who. Then of course there's the splendid thing about there being no mobility-related help available for children until they're three because it is totally normal for children under 3 not to walk. Or crawl. Or bum-shuffle. Or sit unsupported. I know there are children without disabilities who aren't walking before 3, but I'm fairly confident services could distinguish between them & those children whose disabilities are responsible for their inability to walk. Obviously things are very stretched & there have to be cut-off points etc, but it so often seems that you have to fight to the death for every single thing & they will make absolutely ridiculous leaps of judgement based on the tiniest thing. Really hope that you are able to get suitable provision put into place for your DD soon.