My AD1 turns 18 at Christmas. She will be moving out of our family home. Honestly, after 17 pretty hellish years, I feel like my job is done. There’s nothing like sitting in a police cell for 21 hours to help you establish your life priorities. I will continue to scaffold and support my AD1 and parent her at arm’s length (she cannot organise the proverbial in the proverbial) but I can no longer have my home, my place of sanctuary violated by violence and the resulting police visits. It will be great if my AD1 will qualify for enhanced benefits, if anyone deserves them, she does. I will, of course, be the person filling in the forms.