Sad times

I’ve debated writing this post, debated writing again at all if I’m honest. I started this blog a few years ago, as an outlet for my own feelings, my own view of the world and to share some of the ups and downs of our life… I’ve been brutally honest at times about some of the things we go through as a family, some of the challenges and battles we have faced and continue to face with two boys, who through no fault of their own, and for various reasons, weren’t cared for properly by the grown ups that should have done better, when they were only new in the world.

I’ve shared what it’s like to battle the services for the help my boys deserve, at least in part, because the number of emails, telephone calls, forms to fill in, and meetings associated with having not one, but two children with additional needs, is extensive. I’ve shared what it’s like to be let down by social care repeatedly, to feel like you’re making no progress when all you want is for your children to have the same opportunities as all of the other children.

I’ve made myself, and my family, vulnerable on these pages time and time again, in the hope that one day I can look back and see how far we’ve come, but also that anyone else reading (hi mum!) realises that they’re not alone, that we all face huge battles. For me, I hate knowing that others are struggling, but it also makes me feel a little less lonely in the world, that there’s hope.

Someone took my words and used them against me, against my son. My beautiful boy, who at seven years old, has experienced things that no child ever should, and who may be extremely hard work at times, but who is learning, growing and developing every day. It makes me so sad that somewhere in my midst is a person who has probably read recent well-publicised cases of child neglect and felt great sympathy, but when faced with two real life survivors of the same, has chosen to only view the far-fetched impact that they believe my sons could have on their own life, rather than being part of the solution. That their fears are completely unjustified and unfounded is neither here nor there really, nor is the fact that they decided to “tell tales” rather than talk to me directly.

Today I just feel that it’s such a sad world we live in, that people in newspapers can mean more than people in real life, when all should garner empathy and respect. Nobody’s journey is easy or straightforward, we’d all do well to remember that.

2 thoughts on “Sad times”

  1. Hi Kate!
    You and the boys will never be alone.
    Your battles are our battles.
    Don’t let that one woman’s ignorance get you down!
    Much love,
    Mum. X

  2. Such a shame that someone you know should choose to make your already challenging life more difficult. Wish we lived nearer and could help more, you and your boys would be so welcome in our lives. We can’t be with you physically but you are always in our thoughts xx

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