we will be not a million miles form you - dh is attending a reunion at his old school (Boarding school just down the road - big Abbey), and we are staying near there (not being mysterious - just didn't know if you wanted oyur location broadcast
)
Saturday morning/lunch/early afternoon would suit me best, if ok (not necessarily all of that itme
) - don't mind what/where - open to suggestions. I will, of course, have 2 small hopefully non-whingey girls with me.
Will try to watch that documentary now - toothache has subsided a little as the drugs have kicked in. have initial consult on Friday as to what is going ot happen (err, take wisdom teeth out? not rocket science really!)
moondog: the overall support for any family going through any kind of dx is shocking, as you know. and yes, you tend ot come out fighting for the "standard" services. but just as I expect a proper education for dd1 - as in I expect that her school will set appropriate educational targets and help her achieve them - I expect us to have a "proper" family life too. too often, though, I have been looked at in amazement when I ask how to address "normal" family issues like sibling rivalry etc - things that arise in every family, but which, due to SN we cannot deal with in the "typical" way. like just about every other aspect in the SN world, the approach seems to be "oh, you're doing really well even thinking about it - carry on, you're doing a good job" along with a nice pat ont he head and a leaflet saying not much at all.
meanwhile we struggled on - both fighting for dd1's rights, and then, after her school place was sorted, struggling with the fact there was nothing to fight for anymore, whilst there was still quite clearly some huge gaps in our lives - so many htings we still could not do.
and I refuse to accept that this is right.
and so we went ot Growing Minds - as much to help us (as in dh and I) get through this next stage of not having every aspect of dd1's curriculum under my complete control, of not having several legal battles going, of not haivng to plot and plan every last little step/lesson/skill. to learn how to be a family again, because somewhere along the way, that bit got lost - overtaken by the strains, and the stress. downtrodden by the fight, and overlooked by just about everyone we met along the way - we were just names on a bit of paper ot everyone, not real people.