I don't post much here but need to offload. Feel free to ignore, slap me or tell me to get a grip.
I'm just fed up of being the decision-maker, the person the buck stops with, the one carrying the emotional burden. I'm not sure why I feel like this today (well it's got a lot to do with the feckin DLA renewal form staring at me from the corner of the desk) I just do and I've been awake half the night thinking about it.
I absolutely know that there are people out there with much, much worse issues than us. How you cope with a severely disabled child, or a non verbal, noncommunicative child is beyond me. And even as I type I'm remembering that it's the 13th anniversary of my friend's ds's death next week. Her reality and mine - there's just no comparison really is there? I do need a slap.
It's the day to day grind I'm struggling with at the moment. dd is unwell, not dash off to the hossie unwell - that would be easier in some ways - but a slow decline, no definite cause. I think I'm just worn out with the low-level worry you know? She's pretty hacked off too, worried about her own health and asking questions I can't answer.
I wish I could afford to tear up this form take her by the hand and run away.