How is it that you can be falling apart, and nobody notices?Why is it, that people see, but they don’t speak. It’s private, and anyway, there’s nothing that can be done?
I feel so lost and alone. I’m surrounded by well meaning people, who cannot help me, or my son.
Why is it fair, that average people, seeking average lives, can be given these extra challenges, and then be cheated by a system that’s designed to help them?
How is that ok?
The majority of parents I know with special needs children are on medication. I am one of them. At first, I was one of the only ones in my circle who wasn’t medicated. Then after a difficult Christmas, I joined the club. And yet I’m still anxious, stressed and depressed.
The stress from looking after a child with additional needs is huge. Then add in the requirement to become a warrior, an advocate, a hero, to just provide your child with basic needs that other more abled children are entitled to; because it costs more money to get your child there. It’s a huge responsibility. And we all do it. We fight, we fight and we FIGHT. Because we love our children. But it’s so hard. We are all so drained. So empty and tired.
I know my friends care. I know that my family care. I know that they try and they love and they mean well. But…
I read a story today about a man who became suicidal looking after his two autistic sons. Their needs weren’t being met. His needs as a carer weren’t being met. I haven’t felt this anger since the pre-diagnosis days… but I felt it today. It was that feeling that none of you understand. I love you all for trying to, but you don’t. And you never ever will. There isn’t a single person, who doesn’t live this life, who understands. And because of that, we are on our own. Relying on each other. All struggling against the system, and against our own anxieties and fears. Trying to hold each other up whilst we’re all falling apart.
I’m glad others don’t understand. I wouldn’t want them to. I wouldn’t want to if I wasn’t in this situation! It’s a burden I wouldn’t want to impose on anybody. No one should have to worry about how they’ll stop a 14 year old boy harming himself in a few years time when he’s too big to carry, or worry about who will take care of him after you die. Or come to terms with the fact that you will never ever retire and relax in your later years. But here we all are, struggling to come to terms with the lifestyle that we didn’t expect, and the system that consistently lets us down. We love our children, but the understanding and support isn’t there. And I am so angry.
Please don’t misunderstand, I love my child. Fiercely. Crazily. I would do ANYTHING for him. But I am watching him go through a system run by a government that doesn’t provide for him. That doesn’t care if he becomes a functioning adult. There’s only so much I can do. And these early years are slipping away, they’re gone. These early interventions are what my son really needed to be able to grow up and thrive as the amazing individual he is.
So I have to put my hands up, and say “I did my best” and make do. Knowing that he could have become so much more. SO much more. Because of politics. Because of circumstance. Because of bullshit from the people who say they care, but at the end of the day, it’s just a job.
People with disabilities have been kicked again and again with a scandalous disservice. Because I honestly believe that the government feel they are the easiest group to take away from. After all, they are a drain on society? Why invest? Well these people could be a HUGE investment to society if they were given a chance.
I am so angry.
I want to change things.
I wish I could change things.