I apologise if I seemed overly harsh on Threesocks, but I have been biting my tongue for quite some time. Have been under a lot of stress recently, and have less, um, patience than I usually have.
Dev. I can't begin to imagine what it is like for you to live your life, or for your DS to live his.
What I do know is that there are no services to help me either, my family don't fit in anyone neat little boxes either.
Nobody connects the dots and realised that a family with 4 DC's, 3 with multiple dxd disabilities, neurological, physical AND medical, with the fourth DC about to embark on diagnostic procedures for Aspergers that is HEADED by a Lone Parent who ALSO has multiple disabilities, neurological, physical and medical, is going to be at fucking breaking point...
I may not understand fully how hard it is for you - what you find hard, I may not, and what I find hard, you may not, our experience as Carers will be different just as our DC's experiences will be different - but I have some insight, after 15 years of fighting the system for help and failing.
I hope you don't leave MNSN, you often speak wise words, and we all have times here where we need SUPPORTING more than we can offer that support.
We all have those times where it seems to be just too much to go on.
Like today. I did something I haven't done in 3 years, but was entirely necessary. I took all 4 DC's to town as I needed to buy shoes for all, and bras for DD.
It took just 3mins22secs for DD to have her first meltdown. After 4 shoe shops, a bra shop and finally in Sports Direct, I burst into tears in a sports shop because their fucking LIFT wasn't big enough for DS2's Mac Major AND DS3's pram AND me AND DD.
It was indicative of the fact that it doesn't matter how far disability awareness has come on, nobody nowhere is going to think about a family with 4 people with physical disabilities.
And when the shop assistant repeated for the third time that I could leave the DC's downstairs and 'pop' up in the lift, despite me telling her the previous two times that I can't leave the DC's with her, I exploded into a snotty mess.
How the FUCK do you explain to someone unwilling to listen that THREE, if not all four, of your DC's are on the Autistic Spectrum, and the one in the pram is also hyperactive (probable ADHD) and has multiple, severe, life threatening allergies, is not SAFE to leave with anyone who doesn't know him well (that'd be me or his father only then...) AND my DS2 will have a meltdown if I leave him with a stranger.
The fact was, I needed a lift big enough to fit DS3's pram in (which he needs as he is a runner with no sense of danger), DS2's Mac Major in, me in as I can't get up the stairs, AND DD in to push the Mac Major.
I don't know why I'm explaining all this, except to say that I REALLY understand the isolation, Dev. It eats you inside.