Wow thank you for the solidarity, my heart goes out to all of you who are in the same position.
Naively, I didn't realise so many others felt this way. I've always believed myself to be failing at what others take in their stride (that's not to minimise the struggles others have, that's just me feeling quite inferior to other parents with disabled children who I felt do a much better job than I do)
He has just been given a place at a specialist school which he starts in September which I'm so grateful for. They have a bus which will pick him up and drop him off every day and that will help so much because he can't bare walking anywhere and that always leads to me getting hit.
But then I look at a few groups i follow on Facebook and see some parents have managed to get their child a disability social worker, respite, council funded adaptations to their home, safe space beds etc and I think to myself wow you have done so well for your child. They have so much support that I've tried and failed to access, been fobbed off for, and while I'm so glad their child has these things it also feels like another failure on my part which adds to the self loathing.
We're in a small flat and I think about how shit life is for DS because I can't even give him a bloody garden.
I actually got DS some boxing gloves and pads which I tried to encourage him to hit when he's anxious or frustrated, that went down like a lead balloon and he just threw them at my head.
There are brighter moments which I relish in, like this morning he spotted that my daffodils had opened and proudly announced "look! An owie bowie doh doh flower" which I think is a reference from in the night garden.
Hang in there everybody 