AuntyJackiesBrothersSistersBoy ·
02/07/2018 20:34
My son is nearly 18. He has autism but has excellent speech and has slipped through the net in the area we live, having been told he’s not “bad enough” as in need. However, as he’s deteriorated over the years, we (and the professionals) have accepted that actually, he IS very disabled. The last service meeting I went to was embarrassing as we went down a list of recommended therapies which never happened.
Our area has crap (non existent autism services beyond diagnosis). We’ve battled this over the years with our MP because hundreds of kids have not had their basic needs met.
We are now going forward to him having some supported independence as a young adult. Personally, I don’t think he’ll manage but if he wants to try, he should be given the chance.
When DS was six weeks old, I opened a savings account for him. Every birthday he got money (one of his autism traits is NOT wanting gifts/things wrapped/new clothing/surprises). So, money slowly built up, over the years. My dad died of cancer 12 years ago and left DS a small amount so, that too went into the savings account. I worked full time and even when I became a single mum, managed to go without certain “luxuries” so that ds’s university fund/new car at age
18 fund/gap year fund, would accumulate. Of course, DS isn’t going to university. He’s never had a school trip. He can’t learn to drive and he needs support when he leaves the house, even on short trips because he is very vulnerable. Now, I find myself in the position where, his support must be paid for by him, once he’s 18 because I saved up for his future. I’m sad and angry and think of all those times when I had very little money and my mum used to say “have a little borrow from ds’s account til you’re back on your feet”. On principle, I never did.
AIBU to be annoyed that DS must pay for his own care until his small amount of savings are used up? Genuine question. Bearing in mind, for years he had no assistance because our council just didn’t do Autism Services and the best they could offer me was a coffee morning support group for mums and carers, once a month.
I kind of wish I’d spent it on holidays (except he wouldn’t go; never wanted to leave the house) or a new car when mine used to break down on the way home from my endless night shifts 😐