Hello, I don't know where to post this as it's a few topics maybe but will leave it here if that's ok and delete or whatever if I need to put it somewhere else(sorry, new to this but really need some advise). I am mum to my 16 year old daughter and 13 year old son. My son was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis (CF) at birth, cancer at just over a year old and just before Christmas diagnosed with CF related diabetes. He's also needle phobic and despite my pleas for help over the years, we've had nothing from his care team which mainly consists of physchologists, nurses, doctors or play specialists. Being diabetic means the only way to get insulin into him is through needles, whether it's a 3 day lasting port or insulin pen, it sometimes takes a couple of days to inject him. It's resulted in taking him back to hospital and calling an ambulance. Doesn't sound as bad writing it out as opposed to living it, it's absolutely horrific to see the state he gets himself into and knowing that it is me that's making him like it because I inject him, he can't deal with doing it himself, not yet anyway. Long story short ish, my daughter who witnesses these now daily occurrences told her head of sixth form ( I've always kept school up to date with our struggles with this as well as hospital and drs surgery etc) who has phoned social services as a safe guarding issue? My daughter told the great of such form that I have a couple of times now become so frustrated with our daily situation that it's not unusual for me to bang my head with my hands and scream because for the life of me I cannot find a way to help my son tolerate needles. No matter what I try, injecting myself with the 'practise pen' filled with saline (advised to do by sons diabetic nurse) or applying a port to my own stomach or letting my son inject me with the saline filled insulin pen, taking to him about his worries or asking what might help, bribes, I feel I've tried it all and getting nowhere, which is absolutely emotionally draining to do over and over day in day out knowing for the past two months it's got no easier..I mean,it's a phobia for him. We were sent home from hospital struggling, still struggling, and expected to get on with it! Just feel totally let down and annoyed to be honest that nobody so far has helped, despite everyone being aware how bad it is each day, now it's come to school ringing social services. I don't know what to expect? It's fast team in social services who I'm ringing tomorrow. Has anyone had similar experience or can advice me at all please? Thanks for reading x