Back On The Frontline

We're back.......... "Run for the Hills" I hear some of you shout!

I've re-started this blog over a million times, and with every stroke of the keyboard keys just wasn't happy.  Where have we been?  Not far, just my priorities changed.  For those parents who are familiar with transitions will appreciate the saying "when the going gets tough, on goes the armour".

Life was not being kind to our 'Bob'.  Exam year, revision, future decisions, and more decisions = Stress, anxiety, low mood, and lack of self-esteem and confidence.  We needed time out to concentrate on his issues and clear our minds to be able to deal with the decision making placed upon him by the transfer process from his Statement of Education to the new Education, Health and Care Plan.  What a shambles!

Hang on a minute whilst I drag my soap box out from under the stairs.  Now I've been involved at a strategic level locally, wearing my professional cap for a couple of years.  Even having this knowledge did not prepare us for the increased stress and anxiety on our household.  Where was the impact study on decision making process for young people?  Where was the consideration for those young people 16+ who were deemed able to make their own decisions yet are known to struggle with communication?  Where was the discussion around and the plans for those young people who may be affected by mental health issues?  I believe in the principal of the changes, but boy, you can tell that political timetables were running the show.  These changes are the most significant in over 30 years, surely someone would have realised that perhaps squeezing it all through at the same time might be a tad bit optimistic, and not without its prisoners.  My son is not being one of those prisoners, I will NOT let this happen.  So many parent carers have dusted off the shiny outerwear and got out the Brasso, for something we were reassured would not be another battle.  However, this is what it has turned into!   All this gives new meaning to the lyrics "Walk a mile in my shoes...."  Well in this case OUR shoes.

We can all look back in hindsight and make judgement.  The preparations for this have been ongoing for over four years, surely these questions were asked and discussed over a couple of glasses of Pinot Grigio in the Parliamentary Members' Dining Room!  Personally, I am, and I'm sure I'm not the only parent carer out there, exasperated by it all, drained of every ounce of unused energy.  Not that there was much left.  

We as a family have had to change direction, change strategies, aspirations and goals.  Have you noticed the elephant in the room......?  CHANGE!  It doesn't take a genius only someone who is prepared to put in the time to find out what affects young people with Asperger’s or high functioning autism. No need to move the earth, sun or moon here.   So much for the process to be person centred, stumbling your way through it just makes a mockery of the whole ethos!  Soap box put back in its place.

So as I'm typing this our bleary eyed 'Bob' demands clean clothes, but not any old clean clothes, pyjamas!  Pyjamas, it's three in the afternoon and he has only just got up!

"Joggers?" I ask

"No!" proceeded with what seemed to be a 2,000 word verbal essay on why we can't possibly where these particular joggers.

"No PJ’s I'm afraid.  Tough boobie doos, joggers it will have to be my boy!"  

Disgruntled, he disappears to examine further the objected joggers.  It doesn't take too long before he is back downstairs and the whole episode has been forgotten.

Life!  Crikey in for a penny, in for a pound today!   We have a new addition to the family, a 10 week old kitten called Roman, who insists on sitting on the keyboard whilst I'm typing.  So in the true meaning of inclusion here is a little insert from Roo.

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Don't know about you guys, but I've always wondered whether it would be obvious to see those genetic personality traits we all attempt to seek out in our offspring.  It turns out our 'Bob' is a chip off the ol' block and very opinionated like his Mother.  In our attempt to spread our 'Bob's social wings, he has joined a local young person’s forum and Youth Cabinet, and has thoroughly enjoyed it.  He continues to strengthen his ability to voice his views and opinions on autism, disability and the World, and hearing him talk about his difficulties has opened my eyes and my mind to all the other possibilities for his future. He brings tears to my eyes when I least expect it.  Incredibly unpredictable.

Knowing how difficult it is for our 'Bob' to put himself out there, he challenged perception and his own demons, and put himself forward for the local Youth Parliament elections.  Now just putting your name down can be harrowing, but bless him, he wrote his election speech and filmed his election video which was sent round to all local schools.  We went through every result possible throughout the couple of months wait.  Finally the vote count was on, and a reception at the Town Hall meant that 'Bob' overcame a huge amount of social anxiety about unfamiliar places and people to attend.  I was sent away with a flea in my ear because "nobody else will have brought their mums".  Sad face!  I waited in the car park for ages.  

His face said it all!  He was last with 303 votes, disappointed yes.  How do you recover from that blow?  With a lot of positives and a bag full of love.   The fact 303 young people voted for him was incredible!  He was my Hero, it wasn't about beating someone else, it was the 'doing it', it was pushing yourself irrespectively of his internal turmoil to try something new.

With reassurance I told 'Bob' he could try again next year, to which he responded with an emphatic "No".   The embarrassment and now known anxiety had left its mark, an episode in life ticked off the bucket list but NEVER to be revisited again.

OMG! I'm in a Book........ & To Wonderful New Friendships on Mothers Day

Look what arrived yesterday morning!  Seriously giddy as a kipper!  I'm in a book!  Eek!

Before I plucked up the courage to start blogging, and I do this quite a lot of the time, was viewing from the sidelines. There was the fantastic Wendy, who triumphed so much and blogged with such conviction on www.savette.com, and then there was super Jo, who's positivity towards autism is an inspiration over on www.mummyworgan.blogspot.co.uk, and then there was this wonderful woman Michelle, who pulled their stories together and like wings of an angel wrapped them into this safe haven of support and warmth, over at http://michelledaly.blogspot.co.uk.

I have to thank Wendy for her support and encouragement, and helping me find my confidence to write that first blog post.  I had absolutely no idea whether anybody would be interested in reading anything I had to say, with Wendy's help she made me realise that if only one person read it and found shared experience then it is well worth it. She probably doesn't know how much she has impacted on my life, nor would Jo or Michelle, we make comments on posts and retweet stories but not necessary say these words.  

Thank you ladies, and to all the other ladies out there who blog with passion, a huge Thank you, you guys do make a difference to peoples lives.

Michelle Daly writes this fantastic blog Warrior Mums, I stumbled across it, like most things, on Twitter.  There was lots of activity on Twitter one Sunday night, and I thought I would hop on over to find out what was causing such excitement.  Wow!  What incredible stories were being told and such inspiration.  I was truly astonished, that these ladies were laying bare such emotion for all to read.  I wept, I laughed and I felt their pain.  Michelle collaborates with these fantastic Mums, sharing their incredible stories, the lows, the highs and with some delightful photographs.  I do love a good photo!  

I don't know how it happened, but I was honoured to be asked by Michelle to contribute to her growing collection of super Warrior Mums' stories.  At first I didn't know whether I could do it, it wasn't the stuff about our 'Bob' that was the difficulty, it was talking about me!  Not many professionals ask about you!  There were a few tears cried over the piece, some raw nerves plucked but throughout the process Michelle was at the other end of the line.

When you read about Michelle, and I suggest that you get a copy of her book With a little help from my friends http://www.amazon.co.uk/Little-Help-my-Friends/dp/0957048734,  you soon realise what an incredible woman she is.  Amazon's information about the author "Michelle Daly was kicked out of school at age fifteen with a reference stating, “Michelle thinks life is one big joke.” She went on to work with children in residential care and in 1972, at nineteen, became the youngest single woman in Britain to obtain legal guardianship of a child; Marie, a seven year-old with mental and physical disabilities. In 1990, they moved to Ireland, a country she refers as her second home, where she home schooled her two children, Patrick and Anna. An advocate for children’s rights and people with special needs, she lives with Marie in Liverpool. Michelle has also written a book of fiction, I Love Charlotte Brontë, which is available in paperback and Kindle editions."

I can tell you so much more about this lovely lady; tenacity, fight, passionate, dedicated, courageous, gutsy, love, warmth, inspiration, brave and someone I am so proud to call a friend. 

Personally speaking, I had never experienced someone willing to fight so hard for a child, let alone one that wasn't related to them.  I'd experienced being fought over, never having anybody fighting for me!  I was amazed!

When Michelle mentioned she was putting together the stories to create a book, I don't think it sunk in to be honest.  I knew she was busy putting it all together and checked in every now and then to make sure she was OK.  Then bang! It's here!  

I will never tire of saying what a privilege it has been to be included in this book.  It's appropriate that all the proceeds should go to such a wonderful organisation MENCAP http://www.mencap.org.uk/ and what a lovely foreword from Jan Tregelles, Chief Executive, Royal Mencap Society.  If you only buy one book this year, please pick this one. Within it you will find a collection of truly marvelous, inspirational and amazing Mums, all different but with a common bond, love for our children and families!

To my fellow Warrior Mums, Cheers!  What a fantastic club we are in, loved reading every single story and so chuffed we are in it together.  To the Warrior Mums of tomorrow, can't wait for you to join us and read your incredible, amazing and inspirational stories.  To Michelle, Thank you.  You are one in a million, keep doing what you do best, being an Angel! Xxx

One last word; Thank you to all the readers out there, without your input these posts are merely just twittering from the front line.  

Much love and respect Justine xxx

Detectives Autynary and 'Bob' - When Two Worlds Work Together!

 How far would you go to step into your child's world? Well, since the disappearance of Flight MH 370 I have been doing just that.  I've jumped in and now I'm up to my shoulders in it!  I have always found that I have been the parent on the periphery, I don't really bring much to the table.  I mean I'm not really into science and engineering, and I've never had a penchant for trains, planes and automobiles!

As soon as 'Bob's radar hearing heard the words plane and crash resonating from the television, the whole house has been on news watch!  Mr Autynary didn't need much encouragement either.  It starts with a full run down of the overnight news from the moment we get up.  Flicking between the BBC and Sky news channels, looking for vital clues and even the cross reference of data has managed to sneak into the morning routine without much interference.  Strange that, when the change is desired it manages to pass quality control reasonably well.

I am given strict instructions to hold a watch on the latest updates, and if something genuinely important is reported to make sure Mr A gets an email.  My own 'Breaking News' update is called for from the moment 'Bob' gets in the car after school, and we have to digest and evaluate any data change.  'Bob' is really eager to get home straight away, so unless I want a hoo-ha about stopping off for vital supplies, it's straight home we go.

You're probably thinking, Why? Stop! Or you're thinking I've gone completely barmy!  I've missed The Voice, poor Phil and Holly haven't seen the light of day this week in Autynary Towers, and I didn't even get to see The Boys from Saturday Night Takeaway on a plus one.

I've found myself debating theories, and analysing speculation with Mr A and 'Bob' and have spent hours searching on the internet, like so many others, for a miracle landing on some uninhabited island.  For Mr A and 'Bob' it's all about the technical and for me it's about the human aspect.  The human aspect requires an understanding of emotion, empathic attitude, and psychological observations, all of which Mr A and 'Bob' do not find easy if at all!  The importance of logic and mechanical failure is a preferred explanation for my boys, and the digestion of disparaging information about the crew intriguing.  I need them and they need me to make sense of it all. 

I know I've been swept away with this obsessive approach, and it won't be the last time either I'm sure.  The principals are the same, though, working together to make sense of the world!  I'm encouraged that this method will open up a window of understanding.  I know emotions don't come with a formula that can be easily applied, but this is a good visual living experience which will become a memory.

Our 'Bob's last SLT review recently recognised he was still having difficulty seeing things from another persons point of view, and the differences they bring.  Which, as any Auty parent will know, that is one hell of a difficulty in this world.  When you put this in context with all those other difficulties you can see how even the smallest of positive influences can make a difference; he's still struggling adapting to change, difficulty in asking for help and other social interaction complexities!

I don't set out a plan to learn from every experience in our life, far from it.  I'm not that organised to be honest! It's usually writing this blog, I find by epiphany!  I just try to bring all of my neurotypical traits to the table in hope that we can find a balance that works for us as a family. I smile, 2 against 1, I have to go armed with something!

And the journey begins.....

There is this incredible difference between thinking about something and it actually happening.  I’ve been preparing myself mentally for our ‘Bob’s transition from what seems an age.  Still struggling to come to terms that my little man is now standing taller than I, and his shoe size is bigger than Mr Autynary’s!  A couple of things have happened in the last couple of months, which give us just a snifter of what is to come.

As many parents in the UK will be familiar with when our little angels or terror teens, whichever is your preference, enter Year 10 there is a rush to prepare them for the ‘outside’ world.  An experience, hopefully in a field of work they are interested in pursuing when the leave education.  I’m sure there are many of you out there know that when you rush something quite often there can be oversights. So when  Mr Autynary and I trundled off last November to the Year 10 work experience parents evening full of hope and exciting thoughts for our boy, what we didn’t realise was the difficulty he would experience in connecting with those typical jobs offered for work experience placements.  After the event we both knew that the information given did not fill us with the reassurances we needed to feel comfortable that ‘Bob’ would find this process accessible.  Shuffling down the queue, and it was quite clear we weren’t the only ones feeling that  way.  Conscious that the person we needed to speak to would identify us as parents of a child with ‘special needs’!  So uncomfortable was that turn to the right!

Our ‘Bob’ was dead set on trying to find his placement within Manchester Airport, he had it fixed in his mind and that this is where he wanted to go and there really was no backup plan.  There was plenty of confusion about the whole process, which just compounded all his anxieties.  There was an expectation that the students should take the lead and have that experience of sourcing placement, researching contact information, putting together their CV and talking to potential placement employers.  For ‘Bob’ that was just not going to happen, and he had convinced himself that it was up to me and Mr Autynary!  If you ask him about himself or ask him to make a decision, his response will be

 “Speak to her”, meaning me!

‘Bob’ does not favour conversation face to face, so how on earth am I going to get him to talk to someone on the phone!  Well, it didn’t happen, I can tell you, flat refusal!  The moment I raised the issue, he got into an almighty meltdown and shut down.  It would take days before we could even slip it into conversation, and with the constant fear that we would upset him we only manage this when he was in really good spirits.

I knew it was up to me to start this ball rolling, I’d already informed school, we were having difficulties, but we still felt that although they were talking to ‘Bob’ about it in school, there was an expectation that he had to complete this himself.   It’s the ‘doing’ bit that was the problem and it was practical help we needed.

 

Taking the bull by the proverbial horns, I spoke to the work experience placement officer at the Airport.  She was a nice enough woman, somewhat patronising and after asking me where we lived and what school ‘Bob’ went to informed me that we didn’t meet the Airport’s criteria because we were out of their catchment area.  Interestingly enough, she then followed this through with informing me about the criteria of other employers, and typically they would insist on speaking to the young person concerned.  By this point my defensive hackles were up, and I had to explain that ‘Bob’ was on the autistic spectrum, to which she said

“Well, you have to say that one in the first place!” “You still don’t meet our criteria, though!” and “Well employers will still need to speak to the young person!”

Ya’don’t say Sherlock!! 

By this point I am livid and with desperation started flying off messages to people I knew who might be sympathetic and help!  Then I’m outraged, if I’m struggling how many other parents of young people with Asperger’s or high functioning autism are having the same difficulties.  When you actually start to strip back the logistics, support for the young person and risk assessment of the individual needs, the process takes on a different dimension.  One which I think has been overlooked!

How many parents out there in desperation for their children to experience the same journey like their peers, are relying on taking them to their own place of work, or family or friends!  Even more upsetting how many children are left behind at school?

‘Bob’ is now resided to the fact that there is no hope!  I have had some contact from great supporters, but yet nothing has been forthcoming, and conscious he won’t be left behind I’m resided to the fact that he will have to come with me and experience one week working as a volunteer!  Not exactly the industry our ‘Bob’ wants to work in when he leaves school, but if it means he will experience the process of going to work and a working environment then we can tick this off.   Worryingly though how many young people with autism do just that, volunteer, because there are not the employment options out there!  Food for thought.

The Dentist!

I don't know about you, but I am absolutely petrified of the dentists! I'm from a generation that was frog marched to see the school dentist at the local clinic, thrust into a cold dental chair, filings and extractions without numbing, and the unnecessary view of hairy nostrils!  So I promised myself I would not put my children through that ordeal.

From our 'Bob' being little I used to take him with me to my dental appointments, I wanted to acclimatize him to the experience not scare the ebby jebbies out of him, so took the softly softly approach and braved it out myself.  It had worked with his sister so in my naivety thought it 'worked for one it will work for the other one'.  How far from the truth could it have got.  Unaware at this stage about autism and ADHD, just thought he was being a 'little monkey' when he refused to open his mouth for the dentist or the time when he bite his finger.  Well, I must say he's a dentist and should have known better than flaunt a digit near a four year old child's mouth!  We just about managed to get him there once a year, and that was agonizing; The screams, the blatant refusal, the chasing round the surgery and trying to coax him out from under the dentist's desk!  It got to a point when he used to check his teeth whilst he was upside down on my lap on a swivel chair!  And when the old dentist decided to retire, OMG!

There were moments in time that the least of my worries was a trip to the dentist and I will hold my hands up we didn't necessarily meet our checkup dates!  After our 'Bob's diagnosis, our lives levelled out and an acceptance that it was never going to be quite how you had dreamed of and you would just have to get on with it.  The 'normality' of life had to find its place in the new version of ours, so visits to the dentist had to be dealt with head on along with everything else.

Dreading having THAT conversation where you actually have to say out loud, "He has high functioning autism.." and wait for the "Oh right.." followed by an awkward silence.  Assuming you were going to have to take the lead on this and partake with all that autistic information you had soaked up like a sponge; Sharing suggested strategies, website addresses and offering leaflets that you had to do so many other times before with professionals was at the forefront of your mind!

How refreshing to hear " OK, how can we make 'Bob's visits easier?" "Tell me about his sensory issues?" "I'll talk to 'Bob' about everything we will be doing and show him the equipment and we take it all at his pace!"  Had I found an angel? Was this a fluke? Am I hearing right?  

True to his word our dentist took time out to get to know our 'Bob', built up trust and went at his pace.  There were the odd times when we had some glitches but the difference was we were working together.  Our 'Bob's dentist shows him on his high tech screen his x-rayed teeth, explains the dark patches and the light patches, why he has to have the treatment and if he didn't what the outcome would be.  When he struggled with his first extraction and the huge needle used for numbing, the fact it took two appointments to actually complete the procedure did not faze the dentist at all.  

After many years struggling to understand why my children had teeth difficulties, our new dentist was the one who identified that 'Bob' and his sister had a genetic abnormality of the tooth enamel, and it had nothing to do with their dental care.  Slight relief after 'Bob' spent years chewing his toothbrush and eating toothpaste, that his brushing skills weren't too bad!  And it's amazing how effective a free mini toothpaste tube can be on our morning teeth cleaning routine.  Though I sometimes wonder if  it's the buzz he gets as he whips it from the box on the window sill as we make our hasty exit from the surgery!

Our recent extraction last Friday was another successful trip.  Our 'Bob' talks the hind legs off a donkey, but the dentist seems to have the patience of a saint; he's also quite firm with 'Bob' too, and you have to be sometimes or 'Bob' will just go off on a tangent and completely railroad you.  It's remarkable how 'Bob' can change the subject back to the flight path of the new Dreamliner, and how on earth you can make the comparison between it's wind speed and how quickly you can remove a tooth beggars belief!

You can so understand how parents on finding remarkable professionals just want to spirit them away, and don't want them to move on.  Investments have been made in those relationships, and it makes a huge difference in the daily battles; one less can lighten the load so much for families.  Our dentist might not be everyone's cup of tea, and there is nothing 'magical' about his manner, but if you could bottle his attitude and approach carry it around with you, sprinkle the fairy dust on all the professionals you meet, what a slightly less stressful life we would all lead!

Nobody's Perfect!

I am thankful this morning for heavier traffic on the road home, it means I have to take the long way back from school. The radio is on but I don't hear a sound.  I'm concentrating on not crying because the guy in the slow moving lane next to me is staring intently at the car, not too sure whether he thinks he's going to get in a bit of car flirting before the office.  Not with this lady your not!  Today I am having my blip! STOP the world, I want to get off day!!

I don't have them that often but as a mother you rarely have time to think about stuff other than the here and now.  Certainly been given food for thought from my family this weekend, and I'm feeling the after effects. 

Yesterday should have been a very proud Mummy moment.  One delightful memory that is locked in time that you find you boast about when meeting up with people you haven't seen for an age.  I may well do that but certainly not with the same enthusiasm.  You see our 'Bob' was awarded a Subject Award for Science at his school's presentation last night.  In Year 9 'Bob' managed to jump from the lowest set to the top set in one year, now that's an achievement in anyones books but 'Bob', not only on the spectrum and ADHD, is Dyslexic.  He has come on leaps and bounds but it is always a contentious issue, and he has already identified this may stop him from living his dream of becoming a Pilot.  Autism kicks in, ADHD kicks in and the combination does not make for comfortable association.  

The school may well have had their arrangements working like a smooth oiled machine, but for 'Bob' he didn't know what to expect; There wasn't even time set aside to run through with him what he needed to do before the event, so he WOULD know what to expect.  I felt very let down and all I can say is that meeting on Thursday afternoon, well I've added something else to my list of discussion points.

And to top it off our 'Bob' also happened to have his appointment for his 2nd EEG that morning.  The anticipated demand of the day just gripped my Son all weekend, physically and mentally.  I had complaints of feeling unwell and headaches. The reluctance to engage in any external activity fed the anxiety so we just gave in and allowed 'Bob' to become engrossed in his fantasy life on the PC.  The slightest request would trigger an outburst, I have been elbowed, prodded and punched this weekend.  My Boy does not normally have angry physical outbursts like that.  It may be we never see this on a regular basis because of our meltdown management, or it could simply be our life generally does not herald multitudes of social engagements. It was unusual behaviour!

It's not just 'Bob'; I have an overly stressed and tearful final year student, desperately juggling student and work demands and a Hubby who is pacing the floor and becoming incredibly anxious because we have a plasterer in the house!  A situation very much out of his control.

At this point I am folding my arms around my head in a tight self head lock.  Oh there's no point in that, my blip in life will still be there.  I just need to claw my way out of this hole I've put myself into.

The lady in my life Mrs W, who covers my back, who picks me up and supports me when I can't hold myself up, the one who knows when to take me home after I've had one too many grape juices sent me this 

My Xmas Pressie

And the support from Twitterette's is fabulous!  I am going to put on my virtual armour; Might be a little bit clunky; And if you hear a clanky clank It might just be me following you down the tinned veg aisle in ASDA.  So for the next couple of days I will cover up, lick my wounds and remind myself I cannot create 'perfections' in my family's lives...... Who am I kidding I will keep doing that just next time I'm packing the tin suit!!!

What Have I Done With My Life?

I do wonder some days what goes through our 'Bob's head.  I mean he does come up with some weird and wonderful ideas but this one came from left field.  As most of you gather our conversations usually take place in the car to and from school so don't be surprised this one happened after I had picked him up.

'Bob' "I've been thinking..."

Mum "That's dangerous!"

'Bob' "What have I done with my life?"

I'm trying not to avert my eyes off the road but one eyebrow lifting stare to the left is required at this point...

Mum "what are you talking about, you are only 14"

'Bob' "well, I mean I haven't done anything I can remember"

Mum "you've done loads of stuff, you've sat in the cockpit of the concord, been on a train simulator at the engine works, been on lots of holidays, building a plane in the garden” Yes that last one is real!

'Bob' "yeah but what have I done with my life, I need to start thinking about my life...”

How do you respond to that...? I mean I ask myself that question all the time self evaluation doesn't come easy.  I'm hopeless at it.  I'm curious to see how he does manage it.  For 'Bob' the inability to make simple decision is problematic in everyday life so to make such huge whoppers for a life plan is going to be interesting.  His mindset and latest obsessions tend to dictate what he and we do next because unwittingly our lives follow his. Our routine for everyday tasks is firmly set, clothes in set order, when and how we eat breakfast, the morning constitutional, even down to the contents of our lunch box doesn't change day in day out.  How is this young man going to build these into his life plan? Quite simply that is his life! Just because he does things quite rigidly and methodically doesn’t mean it's wrong. Frankly, if life was that orderly most people would find that they have more time on their hands.  Without him realising he gets time management down to a fine art.  It's me that pushes those boundaries.  I'm the one flying around by the seat of my pants! Don't get me wrong I'm not scatty all the time.  I love lists! And boxes and a home for everything.  Maybe he's got something we could bottle!  I still have to make the decision about which clothes get laid out, the contents of the cereal bowl, reminders about cleaning teeth and washing his face though.  If you asked him coco pops or weetabix he would point in my direction “she’ll tell you” would be his response.

Ah and then we have the inability to accept change even if it’s in an orderly fashion.  It causes unhappiness and anxiety which can reach astronomical proportions verging on exaggeration. Then we get the shut down so nothing gets done.  Too many obstacles get placed in the way, and you might as well say goodbye and 'san fairy ann' to sound reasoning and logic! And then we stall!

OK he's 14 some may say too young to be thinking so far ahead, should be enjoying childhood! We don’t have that luxury of time at all because everything takes an age to plan and because of those dreaded obstacles it could take us until he's 40 to get where he wants to be.  'Bob' has so much going on in that little head of his, so many ideas, dreams, lives he wants to live I don't want him to lose that spirit in the process.  We are here to guide him and help him to achieve them; some are so outlandish; at the moment he is planning on buying his own island and creating his own country!  Now you and I know that it's not that straight forward, but in his head it is.  Mr AUTYnary and I will go along, helping him find out information, even create his own family crest.  Knowing all too well that at some point we may have to bring some of those ideas down to earth with a bump!  I want him to embrace that entrepreneurial gumption, I want him to have those opportunities that could see him reach those dizzy heights of success, and I want him to have those chances!  Even if it means I have to don on a life jacket and climb into a dodgy looking motor board dingy, travel the treacherous Irish Sea and climb into a tent on some windy remote uninhabited island off the Irish coast just to find out that setting up your own country might not be a good idea after all!

This Wall Was Not Built In A Day

Another proud Mummy moment!  Our 'Bob' has been plagued since the beginning of term by one child in Construction, I mentioned him before in Hey Ho No 2 blog the kid with the Lego!  The attraction to irritate 'Bob' has increased over the last couple of weeks and 'Bob' is desperately controlling himself in his presence. We have been working really hard on self restraint, reinforcing strategies to empower 'Bob' to make good choices when confronted with people who are, quite frankly, pushing for a fight!  This usually happens in the car on the way home and has to be completed by the time we get back because I have exhausted his attention span.  Though he's probably sick and tired of listening to "that woman...!" this seems to be his current reference about me.

I'm not saying our 'Bob' is an angel; he can be equally annoying and yes he does like to be right ALL the time.  He struggles when he believes there has been an injustice, and that can happen quite a lot some days. God help you if you cut us up first thing in the morning, or dare you to take a step off the pavement before the green man has appeared!  I'm not lying It's a task to bring him down to level where we can work on reasoning.

The fact is this is a brand new subject, and our 'Bob' has been really trying to find his feet.  He loves it though; finally some real satisfaction with immediate positive results.  You would not believe it they have to build little mini bungalows; I mean this is absolutely fab!  It's got bricks, pipes, a sink and even a little roof!! The whole shebang!  For a 6 year old 'Bob' this would have been heaven; for a 14 year old 'Bob' this means possibilities...

He jumped in the car the other day, beaming from ear to ear, very chuffed with himself clutching a piece of wood.  It got shoved right in front of my nose..."take a look at that joint, Sir says this is brilliant and I got a distinction..." Wow! On closer inspection it was a small corner joint made out of wood carefully joined together and sanded as smooth as a baby's bot! So to honour his effort he gave me permission to photograph his joint for you all to enjoy...

And to top it off, ‘Bob’ has been mithering his Teacher to let him build his own bungalow since the beginning of the school year, well, he got it! Only half a bungalow but he’s happy enough, it's up against the studio wall and it does bring new challenges but hey he's on his own.  Stay posted 'Bob' says I can update you guys on its progress.  Hold on to your hat's this journey is going to be fun! 

Just One Of Those Weeks......

I can't believe it's been a week since my last blog post... I have been meeting myself coming backwards this week!  This week has been one of vision, empowerment and achievement, disappointment and anxiety, intolerance and obstacles, pain and joy!

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In my quest for SEN knowledge and a keen interest in meeting other parents locally, I joined the Parents Forum three years ago.  Initially, I went along just to find out what was going on in our local authority as most of you are familiar with local authorities REALLY don't like SEN parents getting to know too much! Crikey, if we knew too much we might see more clearly their short comings!  Through the meetings I became aware that I did have more to contribute than I first thought.  I'd spent years trapped in this emotional bubble, and trying to find that even keel, trying desperately to balance that see-saw of our life, that I lost sight of who I was and who I had worked hard to be.  What I found confusing too was the 'who I had worked hard to be' because realising that who you want to be is an ever evolving situation can be unnerving, a little bit scary and I was treading unchartered territory.  Could I possibly have anything to give or share? Do you know, and I can say this now, YES I DO!

I'm really passionate about SEN parents and their capacity as an entity, a united voice to influence change.  I've participated as a Parent Rep on local authority task and finish groups, third party steering groups and parent led visioning events.  I started off being very conservative and reserved, taking a much secure position of just nodding and listening.  I was struggling inside to have that inner confidence that 1. Had I anything relevant to say, and 2. That I would be heard.  Stepping over that line came as a bit of a shock to me, I'd had a really crappy week with our 'Bob's anxiety and a truly fed up with the attitude of some people, So when asked whether parents might engage with a new process I just let rip!  Not in a nowty way, or angry outburst kind of way... I merely pointed out quite honestly and calmly the impact of continual assessments, the tiresomeness of repeating your child's history to half a dozen practitioners and the endless filling out of forms, etc, etc.  I tried to convey what truly it is like on the front line of SEN parents, warts and all!  Letting them know we don't what pity, we want answers, we want compromises, we want choices and most of all we want respect and a voice in the decision making of our children's futures!  Shocked! You bet I was, more so because they all listened! I wouldn't say now I have a Rottweiler reputation per se but I don't hold back and will ask squirmy questions.  Parents want to be able to make informed choices, not too much to ask!

So this week was our second Visioning event at the forum, I just love these sessions.  They get you fired up, enthused and above all give you confidence that things are achievable.  As I plan to take another step over another line of uncharted waters, I look back at that day just to remind myself that I didn't get hit by a bolt of lightning, and the ground didn't open up to swallow me! 

I was reminded also today by another mummy blogger www.savette.com  “...we just take everything for granted don’t we and forget us as a person and just see ourselves as mums”... She is right; we all carry on day to day, tackle those daily battles and endless chores, and most cases with no thanks! We strive to do the best for our children, we battle the small ‘uns and big ‘uns, we win some we lose some but we still get up the next morning to start it all over again.  Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that as a person we do some remarkable things every day, and it may be you managed to get your little star to eat a small amount of carrot, or placing a Thomas the tank engine sticker on the toothbrush means your son might put it into his mouth today and tomorrow he might just brush his front teeth.  Every day we are remarkable people, living a remarkable life with some remarkable children!