We took the boys to the Glastonbury Extravaganza on Saturday, not through wanting them to go but having nobody else to take them and not wanting us not to go, iyswim (DH big fan of The feeling). Bloody mindedness, my Mum would call it.
After the holiday, ds3 lost his recently gained continence completely (sigh but we'll live with it), more surprisingly we necame acutely aware how little time ds1 hazs (he's nearly 9) between knowing he needs the loo and wetting- about 2 minutes I guess, on one occasion we were on a boat and there was no loo so he wee'd everywhere- terrble for the poor lad .
Anyway, at interval time the toilets were heaving, massive queue and so DH took ds1 to the disabled toilet (if anyone doesn't know, ds1 does get DLA, AS / HFA plus other stuff). Steward comes bounding round corner- 'Oh-ha! I'll let you off this time'
DH- ' what on earth?'
'he can't use the disbaled olet'
dh- 'He's registered disabled' (sends ds1 in as ds1 clasping armsx and bounding desperately)
'he can't use them'
'He has autism'
'oh that's nice' [big grin from lady], 'you have been warned'
I know I coul;d kick up stink as I was once friendly with Head Stewrad; I also know they're volunteers as I have (and Dh has) Marshalled the event myself in the past. but WTF?
Until very recently we very rarely used the disabled loo's, we use them now mainly for ds3 as noew he is beigger it's hard to fit in a cibicle with hima nd if we don't he just piddles on the floor- and in last few weeks, he has needed them to have his nappy changed.