autism

National Carers Rights Day

This is a post all about caring for my son, rather than my usual post topics, so please feel free to delete this if you’ve received it via email and it’s not of interest. My next post in a couple of days will be about the usual nature or knitting I promise ๐Ÿ™‚

This video is shared in order to show a little of what life is like for my son, he often looks like a regular young man in still pictures and I have shared many pictures of him over the years, but those do not convey the depth of his disability or the challenges he contends with, and the video shows a little more of that. If you watch the whole video you will see some stimming behaviours – so prevalent in those with severe autism; affection; smiles and giggles; momentary sensory overload; tics and twitches; response behaviour and some nice interaction – the whole range of our day, except for the worst bits.

Let me introduce you to Toby…

 

Most of you know me as a knitter and pattern writer, but some of you may also know that actually my full time job is unpaid carer to my adult son, who is non-verbal, autistic, has severe learning disabilities, multiple sensory processing disorders, pica, tics and challenging self-injurous behaviours. Since he left special needs education a year and a half ago we have provided 24 hour care and support for him at home, with only 12 hours of external support for our family per week. Toby needs help with every single aspect of daily life, he cannot dress himself, bathe or clean himself after using the toilet, cannot get his own food or use any technology including tvs/ dvd players and so someone else has to do all of this for him. He puts everything in his mouth so needs constant supervision to keep him safe and stop him eating non-food items.

Today is Carers rights day in the UK. Carers Rights Day is a national campaign raising awareness to help the UKโ€™s 5.8 million unpaid carers better understand their legal rights and the support theyโ€™re entitled to and so I wanted to raise awareness and talk a little about my experience of what it means to be a carer.

The dictionary defines ‘care’ as ‘the process of protecting someone or something and providing what that person or thing needs’

And there is a whole industry built around ‘caring’ for people of all ages who cannot look after themselves and need either some or total support for every aspect of living. This ‘care’ industry hopefully does meet most peoples basic needs, but much of it is rooted in a profit making business model and stories of lack of ‘care’ in supposed care settings frequently make the news.

We count ourselves extremely lucky that Toby has 2 wonderful small family/charity run places to go for day activities twice a week, and these are places where he is treated with respect, dignity and completely genuine affection. But in fact such good quality of care cannot be often bought or paid for, because actual care in the truest sense of the word is rooted in love. That is because to truly care for a vulnerable person it is necessary to often put the needs of that person above your own in order to keep them safe, healthy, happy and settled.

Millions of people up and down the country do provide this selfless care for their loved ones, with minimal support and without any financial recompense. The average person has a 50:50 chance of caring for a family member by the age of 50 โ€“ long before retirement age. This can have an enormous impact on their health (physical and mental), financial situation, free time, and employment opportunities.

And the sad truth is that help and support is hard to come by. Systems put in place often cause trauma to families that care for loved ones, as they create mountainous burdens of paperwork and form filling. And annual checks from social services, court of protection and GPs, each with additional attendant forms, prioritise ticking boxes and meeting targets on the part of the agency, taking away free time from carers and causing deviation from routines which can result in extra stress to both carers and those they care for. Councils allocate minimal funding for day activities but give no support in finding suitable placements, families have to find and research these themselves and also recruit staff, run payrolls, complete DBS checks and have employer liability insurance in order to outsource some of the caring responsibilities, all of this takes a good deal of time, which they receive no payment for and all of this work takes up precious free time that they would otherwise be able to spend on themselves.

Helen Walker, Chief Executive of Carers UK, says:

โ€œ57% of carers feel overwhelmed often or always. Many carers tell us that the burnout they feel doesnโ€™t come from caring for someone, it comes from the battle to access support.”

โ€œUnpaid carers play a crucial role in society. Itโ€™s widely agreed that our struggling health and social care system would collapse without them. Therefore, we need to see proper recognition and support in return.”

 

If you’ve got this far I want to thank you for reading and for giving me your time todayย  ๐Ÿ™‚

I have written this purely with the aim of sharing information and in solidarity with anyone reading this who also cares for someone that they love. I see you, and I want you to know that although it may sometimes feel thankless and at times desperately hard, you are doing a wonderful job xxx

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Resources:

Carers UK Website

Carers Trust Website

 

 

 

 

 

autism · countryside · crafts & knitting · foxes in my garden · wildlife

February, mud and hope

 

February has been a bit challenging here. Toby has been unpredictable and had a couple of quite violent and scarily out-of-the-blue meltdowns, the worst of which resulted in a trip to A&E for me with a bitten hand. It was shocking and upsetting because it was so sudden and unexpected, he’s never bitten me like that before. Knitting was out of the question for a couple of days, but the antibiotics have dealt with any infection and the swelling and bruising have gone down so I’m happily knitting away again now.

As a result I’ve been thinking a lot this month about counterpoint and the fact that tough times are somehow necessary in order to be truly grateful and appreciative of all that is good in life. Even though our good days here don’t contain the elements that many people require to call a day a good one, (like trips or meals out, holidays, family celebrations etc.) I count us lucky that our good day requirements are simple and mostly achievable.

Our good days are created simply when Toby is calm and content and we each have a little time to ourselves. Even on a bad day I try to find a moment in the early morning or late evening to sit with my knitting, * read a book, or ** listen to some music, and say to myself “My day is really good right now” ***. It has felt good to say this out loud, and appreciate that in that moment things actually are good. I’m going to continue this practice and acknowledge the good moments when they arrive with that little phrase, it’s really helping me to feel more positive, especially on days when good has only come in fleeting moments.

Our regular countryside walks have of course been another source of good in our days. Although the winds have been cold and the mud is still thickly gelatinous underfoot, there are changes that signal a shift in the seasons is on the way. The first herald of spring in our local woodlands is the emergence of carpets of snowdrops and overhead the bright yellow catkins of the hazel tree release puffs of pollen which are wafted to neighbouring trees on the breeze. We’ve had a few bright blue sky days of sunshine too and that is always uplifting, especially after weeks of grey murk and mist.

On one of our regular walks we stop at a bench for a snack and in this field there are these curious tussocks. It’s taken me a while to work out what they are, but I’ve now realised that each one is a red ant colony. There are hundreds of them dotted across this field and it’s quite mind blowing how many ants there must be busying away under the soil. Sitting on this bench while Toby eats his biscuits is another good moment, nature is awesome and always wonderous to contemplate. We’re lucky to be able to get out into the nearby countryside and enjoy it, and also to have regular visitors to our garden too; birds and squirrels and the beautiful foxes. Little Katsue (with the broken leg, which she’s adapted to well) and handsome Kai are both still visiting most days for snacks. The first 3 fox pictures above are Kai (the dog fox) and the lower 3 pictures are Katsue (the vixen).

Well, that’s my news from this month, I am working on patterns again (a couple of different small 7 inch animals, including the fox/deer pictured at the top of this post, plus coats and cardigans patterns for the small animals) and I’m putting the finishing touches to a couple of tutorials that just need laying out and proof-reading. I hope to share more news of those soon.

‘Til next time thank you for dropping in to visit with me, wishing you good moments in your days ahead, J x

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*Currently reading Watership Down by Richard Adams, first read it as a child and in the intervening decades I somehow forgot what a great book it is.

** Listening a lot to The Wailin Jennys version of ‘Light of a Clear Blue Morning’ and the soundtrack to the film ‘Land’ (especially Healing part 1 &2, Over the Pines and Walking Hymn)

***Quote from the film ‘Wonder‘, based on the book by R. J. Palacio, which I’ve been watching lots recently, if you’ve never seen it you should ๐Ÿ™‚

autism · countryside · general stuff · in the woods

March

March has been full of extra challenges here, a two-steps-forward one-step-back kind of month.

Amy went into hospital for surgery on her complicated wisdom teeth, which required a general anaesthetic and, for someone with quite intense anxiety issues, this was very difficult for her. We’re proud of her for coping, and she’s now recovering well.

Planning for Toby’s life after college has been an adventure in stress management, and as yet is still unresolved. My mind is a cacophony of worries about his future and the impact that has on all of our lives as H & I grow old. And Toby has been struggling to cope recently and has had to stay home from college a couple of times after injuring staff. With all of this to juggle any hope of me being able to concentrate on a task like pattern writing has completely gone out of the window. In fact I can’t seem to concentrate on anything fully at the moment. I can’t even choose a shade of green to finish my Spring lamb and instead have managed to start a rabbit and a bear, flitting around with my knitting too.

The other day I sat down with a notepad in front of me a tried to write a list of things that would promote some calm happiness in my life and all I had on my list was ‘going to the woods’. Going to the woods is enough for now, those quiet solitary interludes help me to top up my batteries just enough, but in truth I long to have something more exciting to look forward to with eager anticipation. It would be so liberating to wake up in the morning and think to myself, ‘what shall I do today…?’; to do something on a whim without meticulous planning to fit around other people’s schedules; over even simply to choose what time I go to bed at night, when to take a bath, or just to be able to sit and concentrate on something, anything, without constant interruption in order to meet someone else’s needs.

But that is not my lot, and so I must choose to either wallow in self-pity or try to embrace the gifts that each day can bring if you look hard enough. I’m coming to realise that since I cannot change my circumstances the thing that I must change is my mindset and have started reading ‘A Book for Life: 10 steps to spiritual wisdom, a clear mind and lasting happiness’ by Jo Bowlby and I really hope it delivers on that tantalising title.

Happily being out in the countryside always does bring me pleasure, and there are many small joys out there now that Spring is arriving: the gradual building of bird song each morning, each week a little louder and with a few more voices, gathering towards the full beauty of the dawn chorus that comes in April; wild daffodils and wood anemones nodding in the spring breezes and the field boundary hedgerows now clothed in cloud-like blackthorn blossom. And I am grateful for the small sustaining pleasures of seeing the beauty of nature.

I hope that you’re finding some moments of peace and pleasure in your days too, J x