Playing together

Oliver and Popples are 2 years apart, he’s in year 1 now and she’s in nursery.  I always worry that as she grows she will leave him behind and they will both have an element of loss and loneliness.  Yet as I watch them interact and I look back on videos (I’m old school I always call everything recorded “videos”) I worry less.  They have a bond.  They may not always understand what each other is trying to do but they try to get it.

Oliver got hold of my tablet and was watching the videos of him and her playing.  One game he invented was to shout “aaaahhh” at her and she did it back and they got louder and more giggly.  One of them was of Popples putting a happy meal box on his head and saying “burger head” amidst giggles whilst he chased her about with the box still on his head.  She watches him play and I can see in her eyes she doesn’t quite get his obsession with building towers, but then I see her face change, when she wants to play with him, and as young as she is I can see her figuring out how to insert herself into his world and be accepted.  Usually passing a brick, or counting or naming the colour and she’s in.  They have eye contact and a common goal and he jabbers, she talks back- leaves a space for him to answer- then answers for him if there’s no verbal response with a “yeah?” at the end.

He sometimes wants to play with her, he hangs back a bit more, obviously unsure of her more complex games but she notices and invites him in.  They like doing “shops and cooking” as he can name foods and can play tea parties, drinking pretend drinks and nomming pretend food.  He likes to chase, monsters is a popular game in our house accompanied with lots of screaming and bumping into each other.

In the bath last night they were blowing bubbles in the water, he took his turn then looked at her expectantly- being tired she missed the cue, but when prompted, joined in.  Then a bout of screaming at each other and splashing water all over the floor and it was hair washing time.   Laughing he used an octopus toy to rinse her hair, she laughed and then used a fish toy on his hair.  If I had done that there would have been tears, but it was their game and they played for an age- until there was hardly any water left in the bath!

He has confidence in a lot of situations that she lacks and she looks up to him to see if it’s safe.  She is wary of parties and changes at school, but he had his party Wednesday at school so when it came to hers on Thursday she was ok about it cos “my bruvver had one asterday”.  She helps him with his speech and making sure I know what he wants, she accepts him and loves him and looks up to him.  He’s her hero.  He helps her with her confidence and being brave and climbing.  She wrecked his game the other day and where 6 months ago he would have smacked her he shouted “Peppy.  Go away!”.  The fallout was short lived,  It’s much more fun being pals.

I wonder how much is instinct.  When something scary happened when they were playing upstairs he got her into the bathroom and shut the door- obviously the safest place upstairs.  Is that just what older siblings are “programmed” to do?  (obviously they weren’t alone long, certain footfalls a parent hears and knows that it’s not good).  Although they have rivalry over toys, time on knees etc I think their relationship is really good.  I love watching them play, especially when they don’t know I’m watching.  I think I need to worry less- that bond will only grow stronger, so I will just enjoy watching them and their relationship that is pretty much 50/50.

 

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How can people be so mean?

Max had a placement in a park that had a café.  It was, and is, intended for adults with disabilities to provide a safe place for them to learn skills.  Life skills, relationship skills and maintenance, serving in café, cooking etc.  Each programme is tailor made to each clients abilities and what they are wanting to achieve.  They help support more able clients back to work, helping with cv’s and work focussed activities too.

Max has been there just over a year.  It’s expensive as he needs 1-to-1 care but it seemed to be a blessing when we found it so we applied for funding and got 4 days a week at a £100 a day.  It used to be run by a lovely bloke who retired a few months ago.   Max was given a programme of shopping, doing basic gardening like weeding, cleaning café tables, groundskeeping and going to into town to get used to being in the community again.  He loved it, he was happy, so we were happy.

A few weeks ago, things started to change.  It doesn’t sound much but the staff weren’t there to meet the clients on time, often rolling up, up to 15 minutes late.  Last week I had an appointment with Oliver and I went to drop Max off first.  No one to meet him so someone went down to the meeting room to get his stand in 1-to-1 as his usual one was off sick.  He came back with the message “he’s busy his mum’ll have to wait with him- he’ll come when he’s ready”  so I said I couldn’t wait as I had an appointment, and a lady member of staff sat with him when I left.  I didn’t feel very comfortable about the attitude but had to rush off.  It was only later telling the story to the husband that I started thinking about the changes I had noticed.  The clients had started waiting outside, in the rain at times rather than in the café.  Nothing was as clean as it used to be.  The table Max had been allocated after his meltdown so he could eat in peace away from the noise was still reserved and when I asked I was told he still went there for his morning brew and his lunch- it’s winter in the north west of England!

His usual 1-to-1 got in touch with me and said she wasn’t coming back.  And then proceeded to tell me why.  Horror story after horror story came out and I felt sick to my stomach hearing about the way these vulnerable people were being treated and spoken to.  Max had been shouted at by a staff member, they had taken the piss out of him and the noises he makes (he is non verbal), he’d been isolated from the group, everytime he found something he liked doing they took it away from him, his shopping visits and community visits had stopped and he was not allowed to be helped in his work focussed chores.  We had made it clear from the start he wasn’t ever going to be work focussed hence his programme of skills being designed for him.  Other clients were referred to in derogatory ways depending on their disblilites, swear words used and tasks set that they could never complete.  I asked for evidence and she sent me a text she’d received from Max’s new 1-to-1 complaining about his high pitched noises and saying she had to come back cos he couldn’t cope with him.  I felt so sick- he only makes high pitched noises when distressed so what the hell were they doing to him?  He can’t tell me.

I asked why she hadn’t said anything to me and she said she’d tried to deal with it internally but management weren’t bothered.   We decided to withdraw him .  I don’t want him somewhere he is going to be treated like a burden.  We’ve spent the last 2 days on the phone going through the proper channels to have him withdrawn and all payments stopped.  Now he has no support in place but at least he’s safe, at home with me.  What I don’t understand is how sick do you have to be to treat vulnerable people like this?  Why work at a place if you don’t like the people you’re working for?  We, and the other clients, pay these peoples wages.

My son has now lost a placement where he was happy for a year due to sick bullies.  I don’t know what’s going to happen next for us or for the centre.  I don’t know if social services will keep us informed, I know his personal budget that had just been approved is now no good.  But I know he is safe.  I know it will be hard work for me, but I know he is safe.

I have cried so much over this, how can people pick on my boy like this?  And how can they keep getting away with it?  I am sad for Max mostly, he’s lost more independence and he didn’t have much to start with.  Why can no one see that he is funny, loveable and so eager to please? Why do they have to ruin the little he has?

He has his family who love him, I hope somewhere he knows that and that now he feels safe.

 

xx

 

Bonfire night

We didn’t have a bonfire- it’s too risky with the little ones and the rain has been so fierce all our wood was wet anyway.  We got a small box of fireworks and some sparklers and some traditional fayre.  Mum brought black peas (eugh!) and parkin, Leon made jacket potatoes and sausages and we sat as a family and ate before the excitement began.  Max loves fireworks now, as long as they aren’t too bangy.  Popples does not like fireworks “they make noise that hurts my ears and tummy” so she had asked me if we could watch from the conservatory.  Oliver had screamed last year and shut himself in the living room until it was all over.  So we were expecting to be doing them primarily for Max.

However, when Leon brought out the boxes, Oliver went and grabbed his coat, hat and shoes.  Max was already ready, and Popples put her coat on and agreed to come outside with me.  That didn’t last long.  As soon as the first fountain had finished, we were in the conservatory.  We could see them and talked about how sparkly they were and she seemed ok with this arrangement.  Under big sisters supervision, Oliver got a sparkler and waved it around with a big smile on his face.  He “ooh”-ed at the roman candles and fountains, jumped and laughed at the rockets and signed for another sparkler, which he got.  The boys thoroughly enjoyed it.  It was a huge surprise after Oliver’s behaviour last year and his dad was made up.  Leon has had a few hard weeks, seems like the anger has given way to sadness, but seeing the boys laughing and taking part really perked him up. He said I’d missed out being inside but I didn’t miss out at all.  I got to see my son’s loving the experience, and I got to see the rest of the family enjoying my sons enjoyment.  We get to see so many struggles so for everyone to see this joy was amazing.  Who knew a few fireworks would bring so much positivity to the family.  Although it may have been that, for the first time ever, our Catherine wheel actually worked!

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Genetics Counselling- Stage 1

After we saw the psychiatrist with Max a few months ago and he took a detailed history, he asked if we would like to be referred to genetics.  With every professional we’ve seen over the last year making some comment about my X chromosome we decided to be referred.  We had the appointment a couple of weeks ago with a lovely woman who drew a family tree, took a very detailed history and then explained the options available to us.  I told her about the boys births and how they weren’t textbook which appeared to make no difference really to what she was saying, although her specialty is genetics so why would it?  It seems that it IS my chromosome that has affected the kids, and may have caused miscarriage etc etc but it’s not conclusive………yet!

As a parent I feel guilty anyway, I think it’s part of being  parent anyway but now I feel really crap.  I know logically there’s nothing I could have done differently, no one had mentioned the X factor and I was told there was little risk as I was with a new partner.  But I still feel it’s my fault.  So I had a bit of a wallow for a bit, but then that doesn’t help anyone so what will help?  Well they took a blood sample off Max to run DNA and to check for 66 X chromosome abnormalities- technology has advanced, although they have discounted fragile X.  He was really good giving blood but then I was waving a Mars bar at him for when he was finished.  The geneticist also asked if we wanted to take part in the 100,000 genome study which maps as much as they can at the moment and then more as technology gets better.  It shows like cancer markers and stuff, so we will have to have a session of counselling before signing for that.  They will also compare it to Max’s for now to see if there are any blatant defects.  I’m not explaining it very well am I but there was a lot of information and I’m not remotely scientific.

I know there’s no cure or nothing I can do for my family in the immediate future and the tests may come back with a definitive “yeah, you broke your kids!” which I will have to deal with but it may help other families.  It may help my daughters make informed decisions when it comes to them having children.  So after thinking about it, we’ve decided that if they want us on the study they can have us.  I don’t really like the idea of people having my DNA, I obviously read too many books where people have been set up by the cops, but I feel I should do it.  I am not one for eradication and making perfect humans (eugenics?) but I am for education and informed decisions.  Maybe we can narrow down some diseases and syndromes and find better ways to educate and understand those affected.  I don’t think we should try to eradicate people who are different- where would the world be without those who think differently?  It would be nice though to make life easier for those who are different.

As I get older I realise I don’t know anything.  I have my core values and morals but I find I fluctuate about other stuff so much.  There’s no black or white in so much of life, it’s all shades of grey.  I find that my feelings come second to what I believe is best for my family.  I think, honestly, that if it was up to me I wouldn’t go down the family genetic route but I have to think about everyone.  I love my boys, but it’s hard and personally I wouldn’t not have them in my life (oh that’s bad writing).  If I’d known, I would have had them anyway, because there is so much good too, so much love and you get to share a different world, but it is bloody hard work- not least educating people who have no clue how to treat someone different.  If my daughters don’t want to take the chance of living this life again with their own kids then that is up to them and I fully support them.  Maybe we will get some answers, maybe we won’t but I will always try to make my children’s lives better- all four of them.  Information is never a bad thing, is it?

 

xx

 

Discharged from paediatric services.

  • We had an appointment at the hospital on Tuesday.  Now this post may be a bit random at times because I’m still trying to process it.  The consultant has discharged Oliver from the paediatric hospital service aged 5.  There’s nothing they can do for him.

Now on one hand it’s nice to have some honesty but on the other hand it’s 20 years since Max was diagnosed and there’s still nothing they can do?  I know the NHS is at breaking point, so I understand them wanting to lighten their books and get rid of cases where they can’t do anything. But it feels like we have just been basically told to get on with it.  The doctor said “yes his behaviour might be unmanageable now but it may calm down as he grows up.  We have no sleep clinic here it’s miles away and I don’t know how you go about referrals” which made me ask who does know?  Apparently family support groups can help but they are full round here and aren’t really able to help anyone else at the moment.  Social workers are overworked and we aren’t an at risk family so no chance of getting one of them.  School nurse should know more.  If anymore non-autistic behaviours arise see GP for a referral.  The problem is as I learned through Max, is that all behaviours are put down to autism once they have a diagnosis.

I feel quite alone now and that it’s down to me doing the speech therapy work- we have a great ST, he sees her once a month and she has given me her phone numbers so I can check I’m on the right track.  School aren’t doing his IEP’s, he actually got sent home with homework last Friday and asking around it was the same as everyone else’s- Finding Nouns.  So you can guess how well that went down.  I know he’s my child and my responsibility, but surely school should be doing their part as they agreed to take him and the extra funding he came with.

I wonder if deep down I was expecting more from the professionals, if I was expecting science had moved on in 20 years.  I suppose it has in a way because the doctor made sure to point out to me that it was probably something from my genes that made him this way.  It’s always nice to hear that.  We have our first appointment at genetic counselling next month so we’ll see what they say.  I think overall I feel abandoned.  It’s down to me and the ST to reach him and make him fulfil his potential- whatever that may be.  I am not trying to make him conform, like school is, I’m trying to find a way into his world and share mine and maybe meet somewhere in the middle.  I’m trying to find a way to ease his frustration and make him happy.  I’m trying to stop the violence and tantrums and tears.  I’m trying to get people to realise he’s just as important as everyone else and has a voice and rights.  I’m trying to make him know he’s loved, no matter what he does.  I’m not worried he will fail- he can’t, I’m worried I’ll fail him.

He’s different- not less.

 

xx

Anniversary- at Bletchley Park

Our first anniversary was spent at Bletchley Park- Home of the codebreakers.  I know it doesn’t sound very exciting but to nerdy history obsessives like me and my husband (I’ve converted him) it was something we really wanted to do.  The office in the picture was Alan Turing’s, it’s where he actually worked.  We saw the enigma machine’s, we saw part of the thinking machine working, we learned so much more about the Polish contribution and the other great people who worked long hours, in secrecy to help stop the war.  There was loads of stuff I didn’t understand, the actual maths behind it, and the works of Alan Turing that were on display were gobblydegook to me.

Then when we watched the Imitation game we used our new knowledge to impress eachother “that’s not the mansion we saw, google where that one actually is- see I told you it wasn’t the real one” etc.  It just brings it all a bit more to life walking in the footsteps of giants.

We got to eat hot food with no one moaning for a wee, or a drink or “can I try some of your food” which was bliss.  We didn’t go anywhere fancy, but it didn’t matter, just as long as we got to eat together and have an uninterrupted chat.  Time together is not something we get much of, which is why I wanted to go away for our anniversary, instead of just going for a meal locally.  We don’t blame the kids for the time they take up, but having three very demanding children at home and one who is just as needy even though she doesn’t live here, means having the odd weekend away is a big treat and something we need to recharge our batteries and reconnect.  We sometimes lose ourselves in the day to day challenges and lose each other.

Its his turn to pick what we are doing next year.  To be honest I don’t really care what he picks as long as he builds in a hot meal, and some cocktails!  I think when you live lives like ours, priorities change.  Fancy hotel, bar, pool- ah you can keep them as long as I can have a sleep and a hot meal……..maybe a pudding too!

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First day at nursery school

On Monday, my baby girl started nursery school.  She has gone to a private nursery since she was 18 months but she calls this “nursery school”.  We call it foundation stage 1.  She is in full time eating dinner there and having to wear a “nooniform”. She has been so excited to start, going to her big brothers school.  She has dropped him off and picked him up with me over the last year so has known the teachers and some of the kids already.  The foundation stages, 1 and 2, are in the same unit so some of the children from last year are still there which made her happier.

She had a home visit from Mrs B and Mrs H where we did some paperwork and they played and talked to her.  For someone usually quite shy they brought her out of herself and got her talking.  On her first day she said “I am going to talk to my teachers, I won’t be shy” which was my big worry.  And when I took her in Mrs F asked her if she wanted to play play-doh and she said “no I want the sand please” so I was really happy as I thought she might be a people pleaser and just go along and not cause a fuss.  So I felt a bit better leaving her.

I know she’ll blossom, I know she was ready, but I put on her uniform and wanted to cry.  She looked so grown up.  She’s my baby, sandwiched between two losses and has been my little buddy for the last year, we have done loads together and I find I’m a bit lost without her.  I know I will fill the time but shopping and gardening won’t be the same without her.  Letting her go, knowing she’s my last was harder than I thought it would be and I am a bit sad but I know in my heart it’s right for her.  It’s not about me, it’s about what my beautiful little girl needs to fly!

She came running out of school yesterday and up into my arms babbling away about her day, and her dinner, and her friends and painting which is wonderful for me after having 2 non verbal kids and home school diaries in which to communicate.  She is just so happy, carrying her book bag, showing me her hanging-up-her-coat skills (which she loses once she walks through our front door), discussing her paintings in great details and just talking about her new experiences.  She finds wonder in everything. She had to do a booklet “all about me” to take in on her first day, so did a self portrait

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This is her picture of herself.  I think it’s great for a 3 year old, but then I’m biased.

So my baby has taken her first steps into the big world.  My job is to support her and to catch her if she falls, and set her back on her feet.  Right now, I’m looking forward to 3.15pm and getting my big hug and all the day’s news.  Oh and another painting!!

 

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