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It’s beginning to look a lot like… the end of November

Its that time of year, people have started putting their Christmas decorations up and I excitedly point them out to William hoping to see some kind of flash of recognition or magic in his eyes but there is nothing, but that doesn’t mean it will always be this way and I cling to that. This is going to be Williams fifth Christmas which means as per our tradition it will be his fifth Christmas Mickey toy and this year, I will start the tradition for Little Miss.

I was always a self-confessed scrooge; Christmas was never like it was portrayed in the movies and it always fell short of my expectations. There was no snow on the ground, we didn’t have a house full of people, all happy and playing board games. Don’t get me wrong, as a child our Christmases were magical… ‘Santa’ would fill little stockings outside our bedroom doors, and I would excitedly run into H’s bedroom. ‘he’s been!’ I would scream and the excitement would begin.
We weren’t allowed downstairs until my mom had been to pick up big nanna so we would sit on the top step waiting to hear the car pull into the driveway.
‘Santa’ always delivered except if it was something noisy… like the Christmas of 92 when H was severely disappointed at not getting a Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles whistle. Apparently, it was sold out, but mom and dad didn’t want something so noisy in the house so got her a ball instead haha🏀

I’m a weirdo and love giving presents to people, I love thinking about what I feel people will appreciate and putting thought and love into gifts and then seeing their faces when they open them. On the flip side and this definitely makes me a hypocrite, I am a terrible person to buy for, I hate receiving gifts and being expected to open them in front of people, purely because I cannot hide my reactions… my face always gives me away. My girlfriends and I do a Secret Santa every year and I flat out refuse to open mine, mainly because on Christmas day, I don’t really have a lot to open but also so that I can do it in private. Birthdays are the same too. I am super grateful to anyone that thinks enough of me and is generous enough to buy a gift, but I like the privacy of opening them alone.

William’s Christmases aren’t like the movies, or the ones I had as a kid, but we adapt to suit the kind of Christmas he needs, and we try to make it as special for him as he can handle. Separation can be hard as it usually involves two Christmases and two birthdays, but William can only just cope with one. Thankfully me and his dad are on the same page and can make plans which suit William without it turning into an all-out war and I’m grateful for that.

Last year despite the covid restrictions, William had what I can only describe as our first peaceful Christmas; everything was done at his pace… there was no rushing and no expectations. Peace and joy for all.

My tree is not yet up as I don’t know how William will handle it due to his pica and his obsessive need to eat objects, for the last few years I’ve ran interference but it’s not getting any easier. Putting my tree up is magical to me; it’s the same tree we had as children, so it brings back many happy memories for me putting on all the old but very loved ornaments and seeing them incorporated with our own newer ones.  I think my favourite is a little green one which is half open and contains the three wise men, I mean… I think they are the tree wise men, but they are so worn that they could be miniature figures of the Bee Gees. Staying alive on my Christmas tree 😂

My stand-alone ornaments have long been abandoned and are currently sat gathering dust in my spare bedroom/office, I think I may donate them to a charity shop as I imagine they will sell this time of year and I often like to take William’s old clothes and toys in for them to be sold for a good purpose and go to a good home. I used to try and sell things on Facebook but it’s not worth it as everyone wants something for nothing whether they can afford it or not.

I guess what I really want to say to you all, is enjoy the up coming festive season in any which way you decide to celebrate it.

All my love 😘 M.x

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Its our birthday! 🎈

And just like that, we turn 2 (well yesterday to be precise) 😊

It’s been a crazy 2 years, we’ve been read in 59 countries, we have 3 social media pages (links below), our story has been featured in online magazines, newspapers and other peoples blogs, there have been many ups and downs but sharing it with you all has made things so much easier and I am grateful to each and every one of our readers.

WORLD DOMINATION MAP

Here are the top 10 countries in which we are read in

  • United Kingdom 🇬🇧
  • USA 🇺🇸
  • Australia 🇦🇺
  • China 🇨🇳
  • Malta 🇲🇹
  • Ireland 🇮🇪
  • Spain 🇪🇸
  • Germany 🇩🇪
  • Canada 🇨🇦
  • Cambodia 🇰🇭

I think the best way to end our little celebratory post is to share our most popular posts in the last 2 years.

all our love 😘 M.x

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Inclusion

Let’s talk about inclusion… as an adult, I can honestly say that I genuinely like my own company. It’s much harder to end up in an argument although not impossible. 🤣

We worry about our kids been included in the playground, getting invites for parties and things of the like but as a parent of a child with special needs inclusion is something we worry about for everything. Will I be able to navigate his adaptive stroller around that shop, do the disabled toilets have a suitable changing facility? Will that cafe or restaurant understand that he may be noisy and throw his food?

I feel uncomfortable in situations in which it is obvious that William is uncomfortable, it’s mainly because I still worry about what other people think and I’m not sure that will get go away but I hope it does.

I recently attended an event, or a gathering of sorts and I had the strangest experience, something that I have never experienced before; total all-encompassing inclusion and understanding. It sounds really strange to say this, but I have taken William to places that should have been safe for us, but they weren’t. I was terrified of doing a first new place/event, as I usually am because let’s face it, I can be the queen of anxiety and overthinking and believe me I had been doing a lot of it in the run up.  What if I William had a meltdown? What if people didn’t understand?

I panic about going to my parents or big nanna’s and they’re regular occurrences so its natural that I would panic about somewhere else, I often have my mom or my friend on a standby in case William doesn’t cope with new places or people and it’s a silly thing to think I have to do but it is just one of those things.

I guess what I am trying to say is sometimes you have to take that leap of faith, whether that is faith in a person, an event or yourself. If you’re not willing to try then how will you ever experience new things, how can you write people off as not understanding your child if you’re not giving them the opportunity to do so. In a world of people that can be judgmental and cruel, there are still people who are kind and accepting, people who include our children without trying.

Inclusion is something we all crave, whether we like to admit it or not, it can be in conversation at the dinner table, inclusion in a game of football on the park or in our case it’s the inclusion into society or inclusion into people’s lives. Its something we can take for granted when we are neurotypical, I know before having William it wasn’t something I even thought about but now the thoughts can be all consuming.

Today’s post it to simply say, think about what you are doing, think about the child that you may class as a little odd, think about birthday parties and events, think about how you would feel to be excluded, then think about how it would feel if the sole reason behind it, was because of who you were; something you have no control over.

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Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies

Today’s topic of conversation inner turmoil is trust. I’m not sure why but its something thats been occupying my mind a lot recently and I thought that by writing about it, it may stop running around in my head rent free.

I think we have spoken about this before in many other posts but here we go again… Trust is a huge thing for me and many of you will know why, or at least have suspicions. I value truth above all else and it is something I live by, in many cases I can be too honest and it makes me a human version of marmite; people with either find it refreshing or irritating, love it or hate it, it’s just part of who I am unless it comes to William, I sometimes find it hard being honest when I need help and will just keep going, pretending all is fine and then will write on here about how hard it can be and people will reach out, why didn’t I ask for help? Sometimes it’s a pride thing, sometimes I think that if another mom can do it why can’t I, even though our children are very different. Any way I think I’m digressing from the subject at hand here…

In any relationship trust is one of the most important thigs whether it’s the trust between partners, the trust you have in the professionals and babysitters who look after your children, the trust between an employee and their employer and the trust your child has in you. Trust is something we have in many different variations, I have a trust in the battery on my laptop, that it won’t die on me whilst I am writing this. (Currently on 26% 🔋) My main thoughts today are what we do when that trust is broken, how we can overcome it? If we can overcome it? If my battery dies, I wont trust it to last next time its low and would bring my charger downstairs but what if it’s a person that breaks that trust?

A wise person told me that once trust is broken, any form of relationship will never be the same again. That’s not to say that things can’t be good again but just not the same and we can either accept that and try to move passed it or we can write off that person and make sure we are more guarded with the next.

Protecting yourself and your children from the pain that comes with deceit is important but is it possible to shield yourself too much? We have been let down by so many medical services, local authority departments and people that I wonder if we should ever trust someone in what they say again.

Trust isn’t just about lies but about the breaking of promises or failing do something you should do.

  • ‘The referral has gone through, Mrs Buckley’
  • ‘I know what I’m doing’
  • ‘I love you’
  • ‘He on the list of allocations Marie, I made sure of it’
  • ‘Your arse doesn’t look fat in those leggings’
  • ‘I’m not having an affair’
  • ‘It’s just a little needle, it doesn’t hurt’
  • ‘William will grow out of it’
  • ‘I’m ok’
  • ‘It’s fine’
  • ‘I’ve chased the referral’
  • ‘I understand how hard things are for you and I will help’
  • ‘I’ve just been for a drive’
  • ‘I can do it on my own’

And my favourite silent lie… a smile 🙂.

The list is pretty much endless, but how many lies is too many? When do you just walk away? When do you change doctors? Or professionals or cut people out that you can’t trust?

There are a few people in my life that I have implicitly trusted, even fewer in William’s life and it seems that I don’t really learn my lesson. I have misplaced faith in people that talk the talk but never back it up with anything of substance. People that tell me they are doing one thing but are really doing another and just try to placate me to stop an argument (that the truth would have prevented), to stop me legal action, or to mislead me into forgetting about my rights or prevent official complaints. I think the last few years has taught me to question everything and everyone, and I’m not sure if that’s the right thing to do.
Give people the opportunity to lie to you and if they don’t, it tells you something about their character or even their professional ethics but if they do… you have to make a decision. Was it a lie? Was it broken promise or a failure of duty? What ramifications did it have? Can you trust that person to continue in their usual capacity in your lives?

Can you forget about it? Can trust ever be fully rebuilt?

I guess that’s the big questions isn’t it?

P.s, My battery is at 9%

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Lets have a catch up – November 2021

Do you know what I want, what I long for?

Its sounds terrible but I would love for William to call out for me in the night… ‘Mom. Mom. Mom’ for him to need me to help him get settled. For him to want to be in bed with me and find comfort in my arms.

I speak to other parents, some who say their child will not settle without them, some who relish in the closeness and some who refer to their children as a barnacle come bedtime 🤣 some tell me I’m lucky, but I don’t feel it. I have a child that on one hand doesn’t need me but on the other needs me more than children his age usually do.

William rarely reaches out for me for comfort or safety… he finds this himself by going to a safe place on his own and shutting down. This could be his bedroom, the armchair in my living room or his stroller but never in me. Are we right in the need we have in relation to our children? I suppose it all comes back to the expectations we hold based on other families and what we see on TV but my child isn’t like other children and he isn’t like Sheldon Cooper or Joe Hughes and sometimes I struggle to get passed that but on other occasions I embrace it.

Hull fair was here 🎢

I took William with the guy I am dating and his daughter (Little Miss)… we had initially planned to go on the Thursday which is our standing playdate but William was having a great day on the Saturday so we went early which worked out so well.
The fair was busy as it was its first weekend day but since we went for about 2pm, it wasn’t as busy as it would be later in the evening. Both children seemed to love it.

It was the best picture we were getting 😂

Sadly there weren’t really any rides that I felt William would be safe on to ride on his own but he most definitely enjoyed the food and the atmosphere.
I used Williams parking pass for the first time and it made things so much easier, we paid to park but used the disabled section which made getting William out of the car into his stroller really simple, purely because it removed an anxiety I usually have about potentially damaging someone’s car.

As we walked round the fair and watched Little Miss go on numerous rides, William was smiling and clapping his hands with joy. Granted its sometimes difficult to tell because of his face…

Happy face, I promise.

Believe it or not, William wasn’t possessed in this photo but was in fact super happy because he had visited the girls next door and claimed their bed 🤣
This was how he looked during our walk around the fair, this was only his second ever visit to the fair but he remembered the sugar doughnuts very well as you can see.

2019 v 2021

It’s a nice little tradition for me and William but one we can hopefully continue with Little Miss, we both enjoy the lights, music and food. Despite the anxiety that comes with it, it is most definitely worth it, and the highlight of our October before Halloween. I love Halloween, my dad used to turn the lights out and ignore the door much to my mom’s dismay, but I am the complete opposite; pumpkin out and little goodie bags for the kids. This year I had my little vampire to help me.

I want to suck your blood eat your candy

He wasn’t a fan of coming to the door with me but loved playing with the bubbles in his goodie bag and eating copious amounts of sweets. 🍬🍭

Williams Pica seems to have gotten worse and he is even more determined to eat his nappy, after a frantic phone call to 111 due to his poop being full of nappy crystals, I discovered they are none toxic and as long as he isn’t being blocked up by them, then he will be ok and based on previous issues, I am a pro at establishing if he is blocked up… I do not want to go through another regime to clear him out. 🤮 I’m a little lost regarding how I stop him eating it as he is soo determined. During the day I can run interference, but I cannot seem to stop him on a night, he has adaptive sleepsuits (these zip up in the back) and baby grows. I’ve even been putting a pair of boxers of the nappy to restrict access, but nothing seems to stop him, and I don’t feel like there is much support out there for this.

I chased up his school place only to be told there is no update, and they will let me know when they have one, but I won’t be fobbed of that easily and will be chasing each month after their allocation meetings going forwards. We will not be forgotten about. I also chased the sensory pathway referral as that has been a non-starter since it was mentioned in July and am awaiting an update.

William was back at the eye hospital last month for a check up and just like every other time, he didn’t cooperate, and they cannot dismiss him as a patient until they can conduct a full test…. They think all is good but don’t want to take any chances which is brilliant of them.

We have an upcoming paediatrician appointment next week and an impending review with Williams senco and nursery so I will make sure to keep you all posted on those.

No update on wheelchair services although William’s dad is chasing them; they initially offered us a wheelchair which isn’t practical for William, so we asked about a new adaptive stroller instead and are awaiting their decision. It only took a year after the referral to get this far 🙄

And finally, the dreaded DLA renewal has thumped onto my doormat, so I have lots of tears incoming due to how brutally honest you have to be, although you never know, it may be easier for me this time since I started sharing our journey… who knows 🤷‍♀️

All our love as always 😘, M. X

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My own journey

8th January 2018

Look at this girl and analyse what you are seeing. A happy young mom holding her sleeping baby posing for her husband to take a photo… but that’s not whats really happening here.

It was my first day back at work after almost a year off. I woke up early, did my hair and make up to plaster over the cracks of how I was truly feeling.

I remember feeling relief as I left the house; like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. I could finally be away from William. My job has always been a constant in my life, since I was 17 so I felt like I was going back to do something I was really good at and since that wasn’t how I felt about being a mom, it made me really happy.

Only it wasn’t a relief, things had changed and people had left and I couldn’t focus on any one task. I was now part time and there weren’t enough hours in a day. I was constantly chasing my own tail. I remember coming home and faking excited to see William… I should have missed him. I held him close whilst he nodded off and had a little cry because ‘I missed him’ only I cried because I didnt. I cried for me. Not for him.

‘Take a picture Dave’ I don’t have many pictures of William and I over his first 2 years purely because I was alway the one behind the camera (This made post separation purging a nightmare🤣) I felt it was important to take a picture and prove that I was OK. That I was happy. Its silly isn’t it, that’s what this social media age has done to us. I think that’s why on here I try to be as honest and open as possible.

I’m not ashamed to say I was I was spiralling down a very dark hole and ended up at a stage I couldn’t see the light. I worried about my family dying when there was nothing wrong with them but the thought consumed me and kept me awake at night, I couldn’t cope with the changes is my career and found myself struggling to do the most simple of tasks but faking it with a smile and a cheery attitude. William was missing his milestones and I thought it was my fault, did I do something wrong during pregnancy? Was it because I didn’t love him enough? I began focusing on the fact that he might be taken away from me, social services would somehow get involved and take one look at me and know that it was my fault.

William was 18 months old and I had reached a point in which I felt like things would be better if I wasn’t around anymore by the time I sought help. I spoke to the doctor and just sobbed, I don’t know how he could possibly understand what I was saying but he listened and offered me help and I personally chose to be medicated, Sertraline to help with my depression and Propranolol for anxiety. It was hard, really hard and I came off them early and I wasn’t ready and soon spiraled back down that hole but I knew… I knew I wasn’t ready and went straight back to the doctor and this time when I thought I was ready, we slowly weaned off them and it worked.

For two years I have been off all medication and coping well. I have embraced that darkness I felt and can happily share my story. William is my word and the love I have for him was always there but was hidden by the storm clouds in my head. It didn’t flood in immediately but bit by bit as the clouds cleared, just like the sun does… it creeped through.

I know that Williams delays and medical issues are not my fault, that I did everything right when pregnant and that I loved him unconditionally from the moment I saw him on my scan and that even though I didn’t feel it, he did. He knew I loved him and still knows now.

There are days, even now in which I feel a darkness but speaking to people and being open about it really helps. This blog saved me as did all of you who read it, whether its ever post or just one. Each of you help me overcome every hurdle, every obstacle just by allowing me a platform to rant and cry about how I feel. Sometimes about myself or sometimes about the system that fails us.

Thank you and if anyone needs to talk please get in touch, with me, with a friend, a doctor. Don’t keep it to yourself. Darkness isn’t as lonely if you have someone by your side.🥰

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The Fall Down

Autumn is my favourite seasons. The leaves change, Hull fair snacks are readily available 😋 Halloween 🎃, Bonfire night 🔥 and Christmas🎄 are right around the corner. I can almost smell the fire smoke in the air. It slowly becoming acceptable to put the heating on and to start wearing woolly tights and boots. The clocks will go back and dark cosy nights with candles, blankets and movies are just around the corner.

But then again, I hate this season in equal measures, some days it can’t decide if its summer still and its too hot but its raining and there is no physical way to be dressed appropriately and, in my opinion, it is cold and flu season…. Traditionally this falls between December and March but in my house, it always starts in the September.

In this new world in which we live, you can imagine the first thing that comes to mind when you start coughing and sneezing all over the place and genuinely looking like the walking dead 💀 I can handle being poorly, I don’t handle it well, but I handle it 😂 William being poorly is a whole different ball game. He can’t tell me what’s wrong, so it is a guessing game from the moment his behaviour changes until he develops full symptoms… is it tonsilitis? Stomach problems? The flu? The thought process gets pretty dark… what if its measles? Did I see spots? What if its Corona? Or Ebola? Or the plague? Or maybe, just maybe, it’s just a common cold.

I know my reasoning is pretty extreme, but my point is that it’s just never possible to tell what is causing the issue until the issue itself become apparent. William reacts to many situations by shutting down, this means he will withdraw from almost everything, he will barely eat and will try to sleep for avoidance. This could be because he doesn’t want to do something like leave the house or partake in a certain activity but could also be because I had to trim his nails, stopped him eating carpet fibres or didn’t let him smear the contents of his nappy. In some instance it’s because he doesn’t feel well. How do we know the difference? There is one simple answer… we don’t!

Its purely a guessing game… I have to evaluate everything that has happened prior to his shutdown and try to figure out. This means I have to be ultra-conscious of what happens on a day to basis and must be switched on at all times. This still means I have to try isolate what could be the problem and act appropriately, if in fact any action is necessary. On some occasions, no matter how much I analyse what has happened, I get it wrong and its simply because he is coming down with something but with no prevalent symptoms, it is impossible to know until it fully hits him.

I’m not going lie, sometimes it’s exhausting and sometimes when he cries, I cry but that’s ok because it doesn’t mean I’m a bad mom or a failure. It means I am trying my best and that’s all we as parents can hope for.

Despite this I do love Fall just not the downs that come with it 🍂 xx

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Co-Parenting

Today’s topic of conversation is co-parenting. I wanted to do some research into the types of co-parenting, purely to make sure William’s dad and I are doing it right and hopefully improve upon it if necessary or make sure we are at least heading in the right direction.

There are 3 types of coparenting.

High conflict co-parenting

High conflict parenting is exactly as it sounds, it’s difficult for some to put personal reasons aside and focus on what’s best for the child. This is often the style used in the aftermath of a separation. This style of parenting can be detrimental to the child and makes it almost impossible for both parents to have equal say in the way in which a child is raised. Usually in high conflict parenting relationships one parents tries to maintain control of the child and their Ex, often being unable to make a courteous, decent, or even ethical choice for their child.
I read an article recently about the signs of High conflict parents and it is usually because one or both parents are narcissists, but this article was very informative on spotting the traits of the high conflict parent.

  • The blame is always on the other person, they themselves can do no wrong and often portray themselves as the victim.
  • They lie, they often don’t think of any repercussions or simply don’t care.
  • They seem to enjoy the conflict, relishing in the attention it brings them. Their behaviour can be classed as gaslighting, using your natural emotions against you to cause a reaction. It often means its their way or no way.
  • They use your child against you, refusing or restricting access. This may also include speaking poorly of the other parent in front of the child.

Parallel co-parenting

The most common type of coparenting is Parallel Co-parenting, this is usually when two parents are unable to communicate with each other but have learned to tolerate one and other but lead two separate parenting strategies with little to no discussion. It is possible to transition from high conflict to parallel co-parenting but can take lots of work from both parties and may result in legal mediation or court ordered access rules restricting the need for the parents to communicate.

Cooperative and collaborative co-parenting

Finally, we have the category that William’s dad and I seem to fall into. Learning how to co-parent is difficult but I don’t think we really had a choice, because of Williams additional needs, we had to make sure we were on the ball with it and singing from the same hymn sheet so to speak. This is the pinnacle of co-parenting and what all parents that are separated such be aiming towards. It’s kind of weird how when we were married, we couldn’t communicate but now we do it easily and without thinking. I would even say we have a sort of friendship (we won’t be having movie nights and braiding each others hair though 🤣) Our conversations are mainly about William but we can also ask how one and other are. He even went out of the way to have William so that I could recover from my shoulder injury and the flu. Don’t get me wrong both David and I would probably agree that it wasn’t easy to begin with but just short of a year on we have it running like clockwork. 🕒

I think with the way our marriage crashed and burned that it would have been easier to slip into high conflict and then just coast through parallel co-parenting, but we persevered, and it’s paid off because it was the right thing to do.

I guess what I’m trying to say here is that despite the past and any hurt, that we both consistently put William first, as any parent should, and I am grateful that we are able to do that. I remember my post announcing our split and how I wrote that we would be co-parenting, and that Williams dad would be involved in all decisions etc, but I don’t think I believed it at the time. Maybe writing it was a self-fulfilling prophecy?
Needless to say, I believe and always have done that both parents should have an equal say, rights and access to a child they helped produce and I am very proud of both myself and David for putting everything aside and working together to ensure Williams best interests are upheld and I hope we can continue to do so no matter what the future holds.

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Overcast

There is no manual for being a parent, there are help books and forums that can point you in the right direction, but what if your child has autism? Every single day is different and thing which have been successful in the past may not work out in the future.
If there was a manual for William, then I would give up everything I have for just an indication that I was doing something right.

Days like today are tough, I don’t know if it’s because I was already feeling a bit low, but the most insignificant thing tipped me over the edge… Orbeez. They are these tiny little beads that grow much bigger when in water and anyone who has used the will probably think it was the disposal that I found traumatising, but it wasn’t. We have used these on a fair few occasions and William has loved them with no incident, so much so that I had 50 thousand of the little fuckers to fill the bath with. He didn’t want to get in and lashed out at me, then he grabbed handfuls of them and threw them all over the bathroom but decided he did in fact want to get in and proceeded to fight me as I tried to remove his nappy. Once in the tub it went even further downhill as he started eating them… FUCK YOU PICA! I kept stopping him putting them in his mouth but, his other hand was ready with a fistful to shovel in and holding onto both was near on impossible. Getting him out the bath felt the same as he didn’t want to so flopped himself down and flopping about when I tried to grab a hold of him.
It felt like hours, just stopping him eating them (and failing) and trying to coax him out of the bath.

I wrapped him in a towel, and he snuggled into me, I sat there telling my four year old that I didn’t know what I was doing and that I would try to do better, that he deserves a better mom than me. It was all very dramatic even for my standards over a few non-toxic water beads. 🙄

I’m just having one of those days in which I feel like I am not good enough, these kind of days just creep up on you like a small grey cloud in the sky but before you even notice you are suddenly in a thunderstorm. That’s how my head feels today.  A little overcast and very dark ☁ but I am sure it will pass… just like the Orbeez.

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Last night they heard the screaming

Then a silence that chilled my soul.
The type of silence that comes when the tears dont stop but you can’t breathe enough to make noise… I know this song is about domestic violence but I felt it was an accurate (even though edited) lyric to describe my emotions yesterday.

I’m not sure if I mentioned this previous but I had invoked my right of access in accordance with the GDPR act 2018, requesting the local authority send me all information in relation to educational matters for William… if anyone reading this is going through something similar; I have an amazing template that another mom sent me 🙂

Lets just throw out there that I have had an amazing week in relation to William, he was at his dads so I had chance to plan my next venture into decorating but I received Williams blue badge which give us the right to park in a disabled bay (I don’t drive but will come in very handy when we are in someone else’s car) and I spoke to the nursery who have advised I no longer have to pay for William to attend and only pay for his meals, well I am in credit so I won’t have to pay anything right up until he leaves next Easter.

The right of access is also known as a subject access request was received today, and it’s made me so angry and upset that I needed to lock myself in the bathroom (The MR was here and he isn’t ready to see this side of me yet or maybe I’m just not ready to show him🤨) but I angry cried, you know the type; loud and messy. Smacking my fists on the floor feeling like my rage would destroy the concrete and not my hands. My neighbours must have heard me and I’m pretty sure I made noises only dogs could hear but I needed to let it out but I was so worked up that I couldn’t breathe and the angry tears became silent ones that I had even less control over.
The reason I had done a S.A.R was to catch them out in lies to back up the potential tribunal but I didn’t realise that it would reopen old wounds 🤕

I remember special school allocations like it was yesterday, it was another couldn’t breathe moment. It was February 15th. check out the post School allocations, if you cant remember.
July 2020 we were told he was going to considered for place… There isn’t a single document in the full S.A.R relating to any conversations in regard to this! not one! meaning that when I said the whole thing was all fucking lies, I was in fact correct. It was all fucking lies!

There are lots of missing sections, specifically relating to meetings, discussions and referrals in which I took our senco’s word for and apparently haven’t happened. I believe there is another child’s information in there too (How many times is the L.A going to breech GDPR? actually don’t answer that since they are still referring to the 1998 DPA act in their emails)

I’m angry at myself for being so upset, especially when its just confirming what I already knew, I only wanted the documentation to back up my claims with the solicitor and hadn’t even considered how it would make me feel 🙄

There was something else in there that I have great concern with but am awaiting clarification on its meaning before I comment on it but if what I think I am reading is correct then the whole fucking authority is morally wrong and incapable of putting children above themselves.

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Much love, M.x

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