tired of SN tonight

[cory]

You can all come and pour me drinks, folks.

Ds (admittedly too young to qualify for this end of the forum) is in too much pain to walk tonight and heaven knows how I'm going to get him to school tomorrow. He's been having so many episodes lately: I think it's a matter of weeks before we go out to get that second wheelchair.

Dd stormed from the dinner table in tears because I happened to mention that I will write to her PE teacher that she can't do any jumps.

Apparently I am ruining her life if she's not allowed to do the high jump. The high jump!!! She's had chronic pain for 5 years, she spent the best part of last term in a wheelchair, she has disabled transport and is not allowed to walk up stairs at school, and she thinks she's going to do the bloody high jump

Just as we thought we'd got onto some sort of even keel, these wretched teen hormones have to strike.

I know it's horrible for her, but I am also worried. She's not a little girl, she has to take responsibility, I can't watch her every minute of the day. Am also terrified that she will mess up the (limited) support I have managed to get her.

[cory]

I've waited 3 days for this drink- at this rate I'll have to go out and buy myself a corkscrew!

[cory]

thank you maryz, sympathy much appreciated

I suppose it's harder for them really: being confronted with their limitations all the time on top of the usual teenage angst

your son's thing about joints sounds creepily familiar; it's what all my friends used to say back in the '80s; I suppose there's no use in pointing out to him that joints are a damn sight stronger these days

it must be scary for him really, not knowing quite where he can go, or what his limitations are; I'm sure it's fear, really

thinking about it, I was pretty unrealistic myself at that age; it's just that in dd's case I get the feeling that she is going to need so much realism to get her through iyswim

her other trick is to sulk because I failed to take this job abroad last year- she seems to believe that she genuinely could have reinvented herself and become a new person= non-disabled, if we only relocated. The thing is, she always feels so much better when we're on holiday there. But that's on holiday, in the summer, when the sun shines and she can go in the sea every day and doesn't have to get up for school. That is no predictor for how she would feel in November, with the Atlanctic gales howling down and all her friends out climbing the mountains.