In the latest round of meetings, there's been a whole lot of comments from professionals that clearly illustrate their lack of understanding on Attachment and Trauma. I've had to hear " he needs to learn ", " it's time for tough love", " that's not how I see him and I've spent an hour with him" amongst others!
As the dreaded eighteenth birthday approaches, his anxiety builds and things begin to unravel.
As the only unpaid professional working with my child, surprise, surprise, when it all went wrong, who was the person to sort it out? Oh, yes, that'd be me then!
Despite the fact I alerted everyone yesterday, my boy didn't make it to his course. To get things back on track today, it was me that eased him from his bed after just an hour and a half's sleep this morning. I rubbed his back, hugged and rocked him to distract him from punching the wall. I soothed him into the shower, unclogging the plug of hair from the bath so that he could use it. I picked the litter from his floor whilst he showered. I helped him find his clothes and calm his curly mop. After an hour, we were ready to go. I took him to his placement as he had no money and no bus fare. This is because, as I had predicted, he wasn't able to delay gratification and save money from Friday for today. It's also because £57 doesn't stretch to £40 bus fares, food shopping and a social life!! I'm glad I've studied accounts, that must be why I could work it out!!
On the way to the placement we had to call at the chemist as my boy had terrible acid reflux and pain. I bought him Gaviscon and a toothbrush and toothpaste. Plus a cereal bar as he had nothing for breakfast.
I spent around two hours last night chasing online accounts and phoning staff at my son's placement and my son. I left at eight and got home at eleven today. I've had a meeting with his training provider. Phoned his social worker, emailed all his service managers and EHC reviewing officer. Whilst I did all this, all the staff paid to support my son were pottering around, getting on with their day!
All I can think is, it's a good job I'm stepping back isn't it? With all those professionals looking after my lad?
I can do do with confidence, obviously. After all, they've made sure he has his shopping!! ( oh, silly me. I forgot! He hasn't got any food, or any money).
As the dreaded eighteenth birthday approaches, his anxiety builds and things begin to unravel.
As the only unpaid professional working with my child, surprise, surprise, when it all went wrong, who was the person to sort it out? Oh, yes, that'd be me then!
Despite the fact I alerted everyone yesterday, my boy didn't make it to his course. To get things back on track today, it was me that eased him from his bed after just an hour and a half's sleep this morning. I rubbed his back, hugged and rocked him to distract him from punching the wall. I soothed him into the shower, unclogging the plug of hair from the bath so that he could use it. I picked the litter from his floor whilst he showered. I helped him find his clothes and calm his curly mop. After an hour, we were ready to go. I took him to his placement as he had no money and no bus fare. This is because, as I had predicted, he wasn't able to delay gratification and save money from Friday for today. It's also because £57 doesn't stretch to £40 bus fares, food shopping and a social life!! I'm glad I've studied accounts, that must be why I could work it out!!
On the way to the placement we had to call at the chemist as my boy had terrible acid reflux and pain. I bought him Gaviscon and a toothbrush and toothpaste. Plus a cereal bar as he had nothing for breakfast.
I spent around two hours last night chasing online accounts and phoning staff at my son's placement and my son. I left at eight and got home at eleven today. I've had a meeting with his training provider. Phoned his social worker, emailed all his service managers and EHC reviewing officer. Whilst I did all this, all the staff paid to support my son were pottering around, getting on with their day!
All I can think is, it's a good job I'm stepping back isn't it? With all those professionals looking after my lad?
I can do do with confidence, obviously. After all, they've made sure he has his shopping!! ( oh, silly me. I forgot! He hasn't got any food, or any money).
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