DD2 is finding having to do everything herself quite a struggle. She's had a couple of lectures, but they covered stuff she did at A level (as not everyone has done the A level) so it was "quite boring really". She's not sleeping very well, as her carpet smells revolting (spray on cleaner hasn't worked, bicarb of soda is the next thing to try, then off to maintenance to see what they say), and the flats around are quite noisy.
The disability team have a drop in session this afternoon which she's going to go to, as she urgently needs to get a support plan in place, and advice for how to apply for DSA when she has no post 16 medical evidence (her May 16 appointment was cancelled, and the replacement is Feb 17 
). That's what comes of sticking your head in the sand about actually going to uni, and not sorting stuff out in advance 
.
Her flatmates sound lovely though, and the lone boy in a flat of five has finally left his room and started interacting a bit, the girls were starting to worry a bit that they'd done something to upset him, but turns out he's mostly just very quiet.
It's so hard, they need to be independent, but sometimes you just want to drop everything and rush to help (and that's what they want too, even if they can't admit it!). And it's worse when you add additional needs or medical conditions into the mix . You'd think I'd be used to it (DD1 graduated last year), but no, it's just as hard second time round. I dread to think what I'll be like when DD3 heads off......