How can work, work?

As my children get older and school looms on the horizon for the youngest my thoughts frequently turn to returning to the world of work. I haven’t had employment since taking voluntary redundancy whilst on maternity leave with J. It was one of the few good things to come out of having our first child as the credit crunch hit and gave me the opportunity, that we otherwise would not have been able to afford, to be a stay at home Mum. As it turned out this was incredibly fortunate,  with no recognition of his disability until age 2 J may have been badly impacted upon by being placed in child care. As a passive, contented and non mobile child who wasn’t recognised as having additional needs he could have easily received far less attention than he needed. Rather than intense (desperate) all day interaction he got from me. So I must make it clear from the beginning am ever grateful for the fact that I had the opportunity to choose not have paid employment!

Fast forward some years and situation has changed,  financially we do need me to work and once our youngest child is at school I really don’t need to be home all day. But what to do?

So I began making a list of the working conditions that would be essential for our family unit to function and that’s when I realised that there would be practically no jobs out there that would fit the way our family’s life is structured around the needs of J.

1) Common to all parents of a child with a disability we need to have time off to fit around appointments;  appointments that are not always easy to rearrange without hugely increasing waiting times. Any employer would need to be flexible enough to allow you to swap shifts or make up hours at other times, simple in theory but when it’s several times a month many workplaces would not be impressed.

2) Our son travels some distance to school on local authority transport provision.  He loves his bus journey. His driver and escort are an important part of his day and he just adores them. Yes, there’s a but coming now, BUT the transport rules state that a child may only be picked up and dropped off at their home address and that transport will only be available at the end of teaching time and that transport won’t be provided to allow access to after school clubs or wrap around care. So in a nutshell someone has to be at your home address to meet them.

So now you have several options: you  could consider a childminder, but are they going to want to traipse out to your home with any other children that they’re minding and wait on the pavement for the bus to arrive?
You could use any direct payments you might receive to pay a Personal Assistant to be home to meet your child but social services will tell you that direct payments are for respite, not to allow you to work.
You could employ a nanny, but let’s face it the cost of that is going to be prohibitively expensive for most of us.
Ask your parents. There must be many many grandparents pressed into this role, who help for their children’s sake. How many of them reluctantly or at the expense of more pleasurable grandparent/grandchild time?
Hmmmmm, what’s left? Not much eh?

3) The summer holidays. Now, I know that all working parents have problems arranging child care for the summer, but on top of the normal issues when you have a child with a disability you have to consider all the following. There are no or few play schemes/activity camps for your child,  those that existed have reduced significantly due to recent budget cuts. If your child has significant additional needs it’s not that easy to arrange grandparent or family friend cover, much as they may adore your child they may just not be equipped to cope with them on their own for long stretches of time. Back to having a nanny being the only option again then.

So after consideration of all of these and feeling slightly despairing about the restricted options. My conclusion? Well two choices:

Hire a nanny


Find a job which can be very flexible about appointments,  where I can be home by 4pm and work term time only.

Any ideas?

The problem as I see it is that it is cheaper to pay me (and many others like me )the paultry Carer’s Allowance of £59.75 a week, than it is to address these issues nationally and create working practices that allow parents in our situation the opportunity to work. The fact that they stop paying you any Carer’s allowance if you earn £5200 a year shows the monetary value attached to the work carers carry out. Work that fits the needs of the family for parents in our situation is complicated and hard to come by, so far our society has chosen to solve this problem by paying a tiny benefit rather than finding ways in which parents of disabled children can be supported to make employment possible.

I put it to the Government that some honesty is needed here. You say you want everyone to work who can work, you need to ‘fess up and say that this excludes certain groups of people who you’d rather stayed at home because it costs less. But that wouldn’t make a very good soundbite would it? I imagine some of the stalwart Tory voters might not really warm to the idea of encouraging people to stay on benefits. And then people might start asking for things to change, and we wouldn’t want that now would we?


Sensory Hidden Treasure

In our house we love any sensory hidden treasure activity and so reading a recent post at The Imagination Tree about using playdough surprise eggs made me want to share how our similar activity can be used in a home therapy program using Theraputty.

For some time this has been an aspect of our Brainwave program to help improve hand strength and fine motor skills. It’s an activity that appeals to both my children and this is always an exciting find when you have two children with very different ability levels and interests.

We have a range of small toys so that I can vary the treasure and then I can spread out a lump of theraputty and hide the treasure within it.


The advantage of theraputty over playdough for children with disabilities, or indeed any child who needs help to develop hand strength and control, is that you can vary the firmness of the putty and increase it as your child becomes more able. Theraputty is fun to play with too ( my younger son calls it “special playdough”) and it offers a different sensory experience to playdough. Theraputty can be stretched into long strings and squashed together you can form bubbles to pop, much like the silly putty that was a playground craze when I was small.


These stretchy strings are very funny



In our house this is a supervised activity due to the small sized toys, the need to assist with the long strings that are pulled out and to offer turn taking when your child becomes demotivated if it becomes too challenging. However I find that both my boys are happy to play this regularly and enjoy hiding things for each other to find.

The One where Camp Amazing turns out to be… amazing

As a first holiday as a family of four it might have been a foolish move but way back in the cold, dark winter going camping with the boys sounded a fantastic idea. In my mind’s eye I appeared vision of he long hot days summer days of my childhood spent travelling round France and Spain with my parents and our old canvas tent. It was so hot that the cassette cases on the parcel shelf of the car melted. Ahh, great days. So I didn’t think twice when I booked up our weekend break, despite the fact that we didn’t own a tent, sleeping bags and I had a husband who hated camping.

As the holiday drew slowly nearer, I slowly began to panic slightly. What was I thinking?! We had to much stuff to buy or borrow, how was my husband (who has part of his spine fused together) going to get any sleep, would my chronically bad sleeping children sleep AT ALL!  To stave off the anxiety I began over-planning, days of research were undertaken to choose the best sleeping bag for the boys, several camping shops had to visited to see the possible objects before the best price could be found, lists needed to be made (if in doubt, write a list: feels like doing something but avoids actually doing anything!); but as the summer holidays approached a pile of camping “stuff” started to gather behind the dining table and I slowly stopped panicking and started to get excited.

As it turned out the only things I really needed to worry about were:

Would we be able to fit everything in our car and roof box? Seriously, this is half of our stuff:

Half of the stuff to fit in the car *@&!

Half of the stuff to fit in the car *@&!

I was excited but filled with trepidation, needlessly as it turned out. We could not have picked a better place to start camping as a family, Camp Amazing. Camp Amazing is a weekend camp for families who have a child with complex needs. I always thought that this was a fab idea, but now? Well, now I think it’s a effin fantastic idea! And this is why:

  • It’s somewhere where everyone GETS it.
  • It’s somewhere where your family is normal and no one stares or thinks what you do or say is odd.
  • It’s somewhere where siblings can find friends who walk in similar shoes.
  • It’s somewhere where you don’t feel the need to explain your child in any way.
  • It’s somewhere where there was something to do for everyone, no matter what.

And after that I should really big up the sibs. Harry is only little so I’m just at the beginning of learning about what it will mean for him to grow up as the only sibling of a brother with a disability but I can say that if he grows up half as kind, generous, tolerant and considerate as the siblings I met at Camp Amazing, I will be so pleased (and, of course, massively patting myself on the back!). I’ve never met a group of kids who can play together all weekend and yet I didn’t see one argument, who can work tirelessly helping out and keeping other children safe and happy. They really were amazing.

So, if you didn’t make it this year, go on, be brave, think about booking for 2014,. I promise you, you’ll make amazing memories and most likely make some new friends, plus you’ll be in at the early years of something really special. Claire, I don’t know if you’ve realised yet but I’ve got a feeling that you’ve started something that is probably going to get a teensy bit massive!

Oh, and if you’re now seriously considering it, here’s a few things I learnt that might be useful:

You can never have enough bibs or clothes, washing them in washing up liquid really doesn’t work out that well!

Bring two pairs of flip flops in case yours break on the first day.

Late nights, discos and sensory processing disorder can be an interesting combination – next time I need to plan in more sensory diet time for calm down periods.

Someone needs to invent an extend-able dog lead type device for two years olds who are always running off, as it’s amazing how quickly they move and how easy it is to disappear in a marquee.

If you have a potty training or just trained child get the potty out when you’re beginning to set up  otherwise they will poo on the pitch.

If you can avoid these and our other major pitfall of ripping the tent on it’s first outing, well you’ll be for the best holiday ever!

harry camp

The boys enjoying Camp Amazing

The boys enjoying Camp Amazing



A One Day Holiday

It’s a quarter past nine at night and I’ve just sat down. I’ve been up since 6am. And yet, here I am about to write a post on the importance of taking a break! I don’t want this is be a moan post, I don’t want this to be a post that reads like I’m saying I’ve got it harder than anyone else. I haven’t. Jacob may be hard work but he’s healthy, my husband may work away from home Monday to Friday but he comes home at the weekend and I get a lie in. But it is hard, and there is very little let up, breathing space or relaxing time.

I think it’s probably important for all parents to sometimes have a bit of a break from parenting. I think everyone needs a bit of me time and head space, right? Some might get this through their job, others may go out in the evenings. My situation is though that Jacob (and Harry) is my job as well as helping out a bit in my family’s business, with Jacob sleeping so badly it’s not really possible to use babysitters so my options to get a break are extremely limited.

We’ve recently though just had to most relaxing day and it was so fantastic I think everyone should have a day like it. Maybe, this sort of day should be on prescription, one per person per year or something. It would do us all good I think!

So when my parents bought my lovely husband and me vouchers for Bedruthan Steps spa for our birthdays I was massively over excited. Not only down time, but a whole day out. Not only a break, but a chance to spend time with a husband I see far  too little of.

As it turned out, it was more amazing than we could have dreamt. The day came, it was hot and sunny we drove north from our home to a place of the North Cornwall Coast that we had visited on our first holiday together 15 years ago. We had lunch together, we could chat uninterrupted, we weren’t constantly telling Harry to sit down and clearing up spilt food and helping Jacob to have a drink and if that wasn’t blissful enough, we ate our lunch looking at this:

Mawgan Porth from Bedruthan Steps Hotel

Mawgan Porth from Bedruthan Steps Hotel

After eating we lazily walked down to the spa and spent several hours in massive jacuzzi staring at the sea and reading on sun loungers outside, in the sun, getting a tan! Having a swim and using using all the other facilities. It was like going back in time to our pre-children holidays. Just magical.

After our spa session we just thought we’d carry on the day as if we had no responsibilities and could do whatever we wanted. We went for a drive and a walk, no need to worry about taking a potty and whether Jacob’s buggy would make it along the path. We could just do it. We stopped, took photos, no one said they were bored, no one ran off and needed to be told off!

Wild flowers at West Pentire

Wild flowers at West Pentire

Buoyed by our happiness, relaxed and at ease we walked in the door, to find that Jacob had just had a coughing fit and been sick on the carpet. He just started to go down with a cold. Back to reality with a bump! I’d like to say that this break has made me more able to deal with things on a day to day basis, that I’m less stressed. Of course one day isn’t going to really do that. But it was fantastic and just looking at those pictures, I feel on holiday again….


Playing Catch Up

This week I heard words that, to be honest, I’d given up on waiting to hear long ago. Three little words that astounded me.

“Might catch up”

When Jacob stopped receiving play development therapy from portage we were referred to a local outreach service run by a charity called BIBIC, a charity that helps children with brain related conditions. We’ve just had our second visit from our lovely therapist, the previous one being around 6 months ago; session 1 involved lots of questions for me and a number of play based assessment activities for Jacob, in session 2 the therapist ran through her observations and findings and suggested a number of activities we can do daily with Jacob to help his sensory processing problems and move his development forward.

During the feedback the therapist showed me a list of all the things Jacob couldn’t do at the last visit that he could do now and showed me that Jacob had moved forward almost 4 months of development in the last 6 months! His fine and gross motor skills previously measured at around 15 months are now at 18/19 months level. Much as I know that he is progressing, I found proof of this large leap forward  incredible. It was then that the therapist said the astounding words: “if he carries on like this, as the developmental milestones become smaller, he will gradually catch up”. I said “Do What? Sorry? He might catch up?” She smiled, nodded and stressed “He may do”. I know it’s a big might, and I am mostly reconciled to that that he is unlikely to ever really talk , but the fact that he is showing such progress in his motor skills is just so exciting regardless of whether this level of  progress will continue or not.

This news has really motivated me to continue with the hard work. For the first two years of Jacob’s life I felt like I was knocking on a door only to see it open a tiny bit and then slam back in my face. It was relentlessly disheartening and so many times I felt like giving up. I felt as if all the work we put in was achieving nothing. It’s amazing to watch children without disabilities just do stuff, they just pick it up and off they go. Everything with Jacob has to be taught, over-learnt and taught again, hand over hand. It is unrelenting repetition and sometimes it feels if you are no further forward after months of work. Even with proof of fantastic progress, I would be lying if  said I didn’t often feel resentful of the fact that so much of our life is dominated by carrying out Jacob’s therapy; but with news like this? Well, I just need a nightly big glug of wine and a vow to try again tomorrow. He’s trying so hard, so I can’t give up

I am so grateful that we’ve had this chance to work with a a charity that has let us see Jacob is moving forwards and that he is doing well in his own way. So it saddened me greatly to receive news that the BIBIC outreach programme is finishing due to lack of funding. This will be Jacob’s second and last visit and programme. We’re not giving up though, we’re off to find a new and exciting way to maximise his progress as he seems to be on a roll at the moment. More news of that anon……!

Liebster Award

I was very shocked this morning when I found out that the lovely Mr Boos Mum at Premmeditations had nominated my blog for a Liebster award. After being all shocked and thanking her the first thing I did was find out what the blinkety-blink a Liebster award was. Turns out it is an award given to bloggers who have less that 200 followers and is a way of new blogs being found and (hopefully) a way for new blogs to find new readers.



However there were strict instructions that had to be followed in accepting the award and these are:

Give a link back to the blog that nominated me (please see above!)

Answer some questions set by Premmeditations

Reveal 11 random facts about myself

Nominate 5-11 new blogs

Set them some tricky and revealing questions

Tell them I’ve nominated them

So here goes:

1. What brought you to blogging in the first place?

A kind friend who writes a brilliantly funny blog over at Mama Bear With Me allowed me to write a guest post for Undiagnosed Children’s Day. Jacob had no diagnosis at the time and I had found a lot f support and friendship from the other SWAN parents. I enjoyed writing the guest post and subsequently I received frequent cajoling from friends telling me that that  I should keep writing. Basically, I caved to peer pressure.

2. What keeps you blogging?

Some weird inner drive that makes me think that once I’ve started something I shouldn’t give up on it and that I have to get better at it. Despite the fact that I really could use the time spent blogging for other things, I really enjoy it and find it helps me process the things that are happening in our life. Free therapy.

3. What makes you laugh?
Lots of things, my husband and my children frequently make me cry with laughter. I like to see a funny slant on things.
4. Facebook or Twitter?
Oooo hard one. Just can’t choose. I’ve met great new people through Twitter but Facebook has been invaluable for me as I recently moved from one side of the UK to other other. Facebook has allowed me to still feel involved in the lives of my friends hundreds of miles away. Both make me feel less isolated for which I’m very very grateful.
5. What famous person would you most like to go to dinner with?
Stephen Fry would be interesting to talk too.
6. If you could go back in time to any period when would it be?
I would only go back in time if it was guaranteed that I wouldn’t be poor, basically I think in the past most people had pretty shockingly short, hard lives.  At a push I’d pick 1920s, but only for purely shallow reasons.
7. If I could plug you in Matrix-style and teach you a new skill at the touch of a button, what would you like to learn to do?
Does this have to be a realistic skill? If so I’d like to be fluent in another language, not for any reason really just it’d be cool. If I can pick an unrealistic skill I would like to be able to heal people, for obvious reasons.
8. What’s your favourite season?
Summer, I love this heat.
9. Has having children changed you and, if so, how?
Absolutely. I am a different person and probably a much more difficult one to be with as I’m stressed a lot. I don’t really do many “me” things any more.
10. What gets you through the difficult times?
Wine, and a crazy idea that things might be better tomorrow.
11. What do you like most about yourself?
This is the hardest of the bunch. I’m considerate of others. Or at least I’m pretty sure I am (hate to think someone might be reading this and think “really?”, eek).
Eleven Random facts about me:
1. I once  had green dreadlocks and wasn’t even deterred from them by friends calling me Swamp thing.
2. I am a nerdy swot and despite having a postgrad I am studying for another degree in my non existant spare time, for fun.
3. I’ve done a bit of acting now and again, I have never had a nice costume but I have worn a fat suit, it was hot.
4. I’ve had a go on Rolf Harris’ wobble board!
5. I like to make lists
6. I have hundreds of books and can never get rid of any of them.
7. I get stressed by mess (see number 6)
8. I haven’t eaten meat for nearly 30 years
9. I can sing a lullaby in Jersaise (Jersey patois) , my great grandmother was from Jersey and it’s the only thing that’s stuck.
10. I flew round the world at 15.
11. I hate my slightly wonky teeth.
The bloggers I’d like to nominate (in no particular order) are :
The questions I want to ask them are:
1. What  made you start blogging?
2. What’s the most out of character thing you’ve ever done?
3. If you could be any fictional character who would it be, and why?
4. What scares you the most?
5. What’s your favourite book, film and album?
6. Town or country?
7. What is your favourite childhood memory?
8. If you could give yourself a new first name, what would you choose?
9. Cats are better than dogs, discuss.
10. How would you describe clouds to a person with no sight?
11. What’s the most wonderful thing someone else has ever done for you?

School gate tears

Yesterday was a difficult day, I felt really, really sad and a bit angry; but, oddly, today I don’t at all. Today I feel tired and drained, it has been a roller-coaster two days. Two transition to school days.

Jacob is my first child and so this is my first  ‘starting school’ experience as a parent. Others tell me it is always hard, and many tell me that they blubbed like a baby whilst their child skipped off happily at the school gate. But at least they were there, at the school gate. I won’t be and it is breaking my heart.

When Jacob leaves for school in September I will say goodbye to him at the kitchen door. An escort will collect him and take him to school in a taxi. These people that I don’t yet know will collect him at around 8am and return him at 4pm. I won’t see his teachers or teaching assistants, they and his school environment won’t become familiar to me. That knowledge and experience that leads to trust and certainty won’t happen. This is because the nearest suitable school that can cater for Jacob’s needs is a 40 minute drive from our home. Whilst I’d love to take him myself, the situation is that even if the 160 minutes of driving along country roads didn’t do me in, it would definitely be too much for Jacob’s younger brother who’d be dragged along for the ride. Not only would he have all that time sat in the car but it would mean that he would have a very disrupted experience of going to playgroup and when he starts school it just wouldn’t work at all.

And if the idea of sending him off with complete strangers to spend the day with complete strangers isn’t enough, we need to add into that mix a child with complex needs, who is age 2 developmentally, and who has no speech. Put these together and you have a situation in which we will be very disconnected from his school experience. We will be completely reliant on his home/school book to know what he’s been doing each day and will just have to judge by his behaviour how happy and settled he is.

Yesterday I felt really upset. All of these things felt so wrong and I wondered if we were making a HUGE mistake, it was wrong for us to send him so far away to school and he would suffer because of it, we wouldn’t be involved and so we couldn’t protect him. I felt really, really worried that I no longer wanted to send him to that school even though there is no viable alternative. All of these worries made me feel really angry. I felt that I wouldn’t have this huge amount of worry and separation if it wasn’t for Jacob’s disability. I felt really angry that this was yet another thing that hammered it home, that we were different and that our parenting experience had to be more difficult and less enjoyable than it is for most people. Hell, it was even depriving us of the school gate experience.

A days reflection gave me time to really think about why I felt that way. I realised that my upset was nothing to do with Jacob, it wasn’t really to do with concerns for his well being; it was to do with me. All my upset was really because I will have to take a massive step back. Not only will he be off at school all day but I really won’t be very involved in his school life. For his whole life, his almost five years, I have been there for everything; involved in everything and the world expert on all things Jacob. His move to school is a massive step away from me, an even bigger step away from me than it would’ve been if he went to the school in our village. I needed to recognise that it was this separation upsetting me and not the school.

Once I had realised that these were my own feelings causing this level of worry and not something desperately horrible was going to happen to Jacob because.of the school choice we had made, today was easier, Jacob spent the morning at school and was fine, tired but happy. It reassured me. I know that it’s the right place for him and I have to force myself to keep remembering that. I wish I could move the school closer to us, it’s a shame it’s so far away from home but there y’go, can’t have everything and really it is most important that he gets the best start.  I’m just going to have to find a way to be as involved as I can be, I’ll probably the parent they all groan about –  after all you can’t stop a control freak mother.

If you have a similar schooling arrangement I’d really love to hear from you; especially what worked, what doesn’t and how you’ve managed to keep involved in your child’s learning. I’d especially like to hear reassurances that it’ll all be fine, I really really need those!