It has been a while since I last
posted, a lot has happened…
My son was finally accepted into
a program, it took a lot of nagging, a lot of following up and running after
people, a lot of pushing our family to breaking point but we finally got the
email last week and then we had to attend court on Friday because a government
program requires a court order for placement.
We sat at the children’s court
and in town for hours on Friday so as not to be late for our appointment only
to go into the magistrates chambers and have him go through the 2 page summary
of what we are dealing with which doesn’t cut it by a long shot and then have him
turn to us and say, you need to find your son a school and report back to me in
3 months.
I broke, I can quite honestly say
that if we had to leave court on Friday with that as our final ‘verdict’ I was
done, well and truly done. Find a school… I have been in contact with the
department for months, we have home-schooled, cottage schooled, private
schooled and government schooled, both special needs and none and even adding a
private tutor into the mix… ok well take him to a neuro pead…. I wanted to
scream; we have been to countless doctors, psychiatrists and psychologists, we
have had ct scans, blood tests a-z and back again you name it we have done it,
we are sitting here because we have tried it all and this is our last resort. Why
does everything need to be a fight, why is mental health intervention and help
so dam difficult to come by and why does the system have to drive a family to
the brink of destruction before they turn around and say hey, I think they may
need a bit of help!?
In the end the magistrate signed
the order and we have to go through for admission on Wednesday. As a parent I
am heartbroken…. This will be the longest period my son has ever stayed away
from home, this period includes my birthday, Xmas and new year, on Saturday
afternoon I sat on the couch, the house was silent and I had nothing to do, no
one and nothing to run around for, the absence of Pokémon lyrics or box fort
videos was deafening, I am so used to running around… constantly, that sitting
still actually made me feel like I was doing something wrong, the atmosphere and
the house seemed so empty and yet I know we need to do this in order to get the
help my son needs.
Our family is broken, according
to my doctor what we as a family are going through has resulted in PTSD, years
of fighting, years of empty promises, years of trying anything and everything
in between… if you had to smash a vase put it back together again and then
smash it again putting it back together once again with china store cello tape
that would be a good depiction of our family at this point.
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