Posted in EHCP Process

Moderating in time

Today was the day in which I should have had an update about Williams EHCP, I should have been able to figure out what the next steps are going to be for Williams education and find out if that slim chance of a special school allocation was within our grasp.

However today was not that day. No days are the days they should be and I an beginning to learn this… I need to prepare myself for these things as they happen all the time and yet continue to knock me for six. As parents we shouldn’t be continuously let down by those who are supposed to support our children and adhere to timescales laid out by themselves.

The EHCP has not gone to the moderators… Still! This is because the medical report needed and the Speech and language report have still not been received. These should have been submitted by 15th of February and its now 4th March ๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜ก

So now we are back in the waiting game… Next week or the one after. Who even knows?!

Posted in Brief updates, Emotions

Single parent

Did you know there are around 1.8 million single parents in the UK โ€“ they make up nearly a quarter of families with dependent children. 1.62 million of these are women. I never really thought about this until it happened to us.

I could lie to you all and say we have had an easy ride of things recently but I think you probably know that’s not the case. This is a big adjustment period for me and more importantly for William.

My main focus is to continue to ensure William has a good solid routine in place which is pivotal to him. He is keeping me extremely busy as he seems to be struggling with this huge change in his life, bed times and mornings are now only ever with me and I don’t think he enjoys them very much. He fights and kicks me when I try to change his clothes, runs away from me and screams but we get it done.

We take the dog for nice little walks (well he walks us๐Ÿ•โ€๐Ÿฆบ) which William seems to really enjoy even though he is in the comfort of his stroller and flat of refuses to do any walking. I’m tempted to stay at home and just tie the dog to the stroller and let him pull it arpund the street like a sled ๐Ÿ›ท but I think that would constitute as child cruelty or animal cruelty. Maybe neglect? So I best continue to go with them ๐Ÿคฃ

We are eating healthier (as healthy as a boy thats half chicken nugget will eat anyway๐Ÿ—) and trying to turn this into a positive thing for our lives and look to our future.

We’ve had meltdowns and shutdowns (from both of us๐Ÿ˜ญ) but we’ve come through it and these are getting less and less frequent on both parts. He is slowly adjusting to his new routine and I can now see the light at the end of the tunnel but its hard. Harder than it ever was before but we are doing ok. In fact we are more than ok, we aren’t just surviving like I thought we would. We are actually living thanks to our amazing support network of family and friends.

We can not thank everyone enough for reaching out to us, the doorstep visits, dropping off shopping and just being there for us. It means more than you all could ever know ๐Ÿ˜˜ Much love M x

Posted in Emotions

I F***ing hate you

Its nights like these I really wish autism was a physical being so I could kick the shit out of it. I fucking hate you autism you son of a bitch!!!

Its 11:30pm and William is still awake. He is calm and comfortable watching TV in his room. Before anyone jumps on the too young to have a tv in his room please remember that the only thing that can soothe William is the wonderful invention that is BabyTV and even then that’s only works some of the time. Could you imagine my neighbours during his frequent 4am screaming fits without it?

A little while ago it was a completely different story. William had spent the last half an hour or more hitting himself. Believe me it felt like a fucking lifetime. He doesn’t have a massive amount of strength in his arms so one little slap wouldn’t necessarily hurt anyone but he continuously slaps his stomach or legs with both hands until they are red. It’s really difficult to watch and if I try to restrain him he will lash out and bite me or become even more upset. And believe me when I say this he has the strength of a pitbull in those jaws.

Its these moments in which I feel like a huge failure as a mother.

I have tried everything to pull him out of these self harming states but nothing works so I tend hover in the hall or in his room and try to distract him but often just watch him and cry.

It makes me feel like an absolute failure as a mother. I’m supposed to protect him when someone hurts him… what am I supposed to do when he hurts himself?

The worst thing about this evenings episode was the reason he was hurting himself, it was something as simple as needing a poo and then the discomfort of needing changing afterwards. This has never been a cause before tonight and he is on medication to help him go but for some reason tonight it was an issue for him.

I need someone to blame. Someone to shout at. I write often about accepting that we are not to blame for William having autism but it was easier when we did think it was us because it was easy to direct hate at ourselves.

Who do I hate now? The diagnosis we still don’t officially have? The genetics that he may have inherited? The fluke that may have caused it? God? I just need something or someone to be mad at! I just need a reason… Why?

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Posted in Emotions

Two faced

these are the faces of autism

and so are these…

It took me a long time to be able to tell people that our child has special needs, that our child has a developmental delay or that I look like shit because I was up until 4am just laid net to him on his bedroom floor.
There is no shame in having a child with autism or a child that hasn’t hit their milestones when their peers have but there seems seems to be this stigma around it or at least that’s how we felt.
I share many stories about William (with any one who will listen) and always explain he has additional needs but i’m not sure why. Why do people need to know? why do we as parents feel the need to explain their behaviours? Does Tom, Dick or Harry need to know?
I suppose any parent in our position will tell you that everyone on the outside of this not so elite circle will tell you that they know a person with autism and they’re fine or they know someone who was non verbal and now they speak all the time etc etc etc… blah blah blah

Autism is a spectrum which means it covers a range of conditions so although autistic people share certain difficulties not one person who has autism is the same as another who has it. This means that they need different levels of support. Most people on the autism spectrum will learn and develop but only with the right sort of support which if you have read our previous posts can be difficult to get.

Today was a difficult day. It started at about 1am in which William was awake and having a full meltdown so I did my mental check list

  1. Does his bum need changing?
  2. Is he thirsty?
  3. Is there something in his bed that he doesn’t like?
  4. Does he want a cuddle?
  5. Does he have a temperature?

At 1am the answer to all of these was a definite no. Number 2 resulted in him shoving his juice bottle into the side of my head and number 4 resulted in him hitting and biting me. I tried everything to calm him and by 4am we were laid on his bedroom floor just staring at each other. I couldn’t touch him and I wasn’t allowed to make any noise but he was at peace for the first time in hours so the back pain this morning is most definitely worth it.

Fast forward to a very sleep deprived mum this today and i’m not sure who has cried more. Me or William?

I understand this is a little bit of a ranty post but I just like to speak or when that’s not possible type and those that know us personally understand how angry I get when i’ve not slept ๐Ÿ’ค

William is currently in his room destroying everything that is still standing so i’m hoping he will soon tire himself out but that’s as likely as us winning the euromillions!

I refer to William quite often as a psychopath... when he hits me and laughs, then I tell him off so he fake cries and then laughs again... honestly he is such a character and a master manipulator; when Dave wakes up he will start crying. Dave runs in 'is he ok?' 'how long has he been like this?' he will scoop him up and cuddle him and William will just happily lay there with him. I can't help but feel a little jealous. They have a beautiful relationship and it stings a little that William doesn't have that kind of bond with me. He never hits Dave. Never bites him. Its it because I am the one that is here more? and his time with his Dad is more precious to him?

I sometimes think it may be because I struggled to bond as well with him straight away. As many of you are aware it took almost 2 years for me to admit and be diagnosed with postnatal depression. I loved William before he had even entered this world but struggled to adjust to such big changes in my life.
I went from working full time and my life been my job to been on maternity and finding out my office was shutting down. Then as time went on I started to realise William wasn't like children his age. It was tough and I think I hid it well for quite some time but did William pick up on this?

I think Family life is never what people picture it is. Movies, TV, books and social media put unrealistic expectations on people to have a perfect life and it has taken me a long time to realise there is no such thing! My living room is a mess and covered in dog hair and toddler snot so fuck you Mrs Hinch with your baby, dog and immaculate house! Although I do love the products she uses ๐Ÿ™‚
Fuck you Kylie Jenner with your washboard abs 4 weeks after giving birth! In fact you know what, Fuck you Kevin Systrom & Mike Krieger for creating a platform in which pictures are worth a thousand words and every single word is a fucking lie.