I am depressed.
We are moving 200 miles away from family, friends, schools, whole life really because we can't afford to live in the SE anymore.
DH has had a breakdown and can't work, I am a ft carer for our three kids who are variously disabled. So the only choice is to up-sticks.
This Country is fucked for anyone who doesn't have money. I used to work in social housing - we desperately need it but our only option would be temporary housing which would be game over for our most disabled child so isn't an option.
Instead we are renting an ex Council house, built for people like us, rented to someone like us, who was then able to buy it at a hugely reduced rate and rent it out for £1,500 per month.
I rang the GP this morning to try and get more medication for me and even though I rang in the dot of 8am, I was number 40 in the queue. I don't want to ask for more medication, I don't want to feel like I am wasting an appointment but I feel so low I don't have a choice.
My youngest child had an appointment today at a London hospital in regards to a liver problem. We can't get there because of train strikes.
My middle son has been out of his special school for two months because Hertfordshire County Council won't move him from a Moderate Learning Difficulty School to a Severe Learning difficulty School (costs more). He is struggling to eat and drink or leave the house and needs a more supported school.
He had an urgent referral to a Psychiatrist in November for medication to enable a decent quality of live but it will be months before he is seen.
I'm scared for my kids. When I had my eldest son 15 years ago, I could get a GP appointment, referrals and even social housing would have been accessible for us if we had needed it then.
We have worked so hard and for what? I love my kids so much, they are beautiful and wonderful, but what sort of life is this for them?