I feel like I'm struggling and my carefully constructed brave front is crumbling. I'm tired, very tired, the house is a tip, the kids are thriving though but I feel dead.
I feel as though I have survived the last 12 years and the couple before diagnosis but now I need a break because I won't survive the next twelve otherwise.
No extended family, ds on chemo (with all the associated worries and side effects) two with autism, three others, a job I hate etc etc.
Who do you turn to? Friends nod but don't get it? One I confided in is now describing ds's autism to her GP in the hopes of DLA for her ds (god knows how she's going explain sudden lack of speech and stimming starting at 14!!!!). I am so fed up of it all.