It’s too small
Too small for Autism.
As i watch my children ‘play’ it dawns on me that no matter how positively i try to spin this house move, the down sizing, we are just being set up to fail. The autism doesn’t matter, not when it should. Not when it’ll be making life unbearable, they insist on killing your morale and destroying mental health of an entire family because the s106 took priority. Our priority status meant nothing but someone with no need gets preference over our disabilities. Incredible. Devastating.
I watch the boys and i know it’s too small, i watch them and I can’t cope with what it means, no matter how hard i try to pretend.
The housing association neighborhood officer actually asked me if it will go away, get better, is there any therapy or treatment.
This is why it was so important that we had the right house. And this is why it’s so clear that we haven’t been considered important enough, because no one knows anything about the life we live.
If my child sat there with no legs, would she ask if they’d grow back? Would they insist on the child living in a maze of stairs, an escher sketch?
This is how it is for us right now. We are being forced to move to a house that is too small. Too much to cope with.
Physical boundaries and tiny rooms, no one cares about the invisible.
That scene from willy wonka, the room they all go in, and can’t find the way out because it’s so small, they are so cramped, so claustrophobic and creates anxiety and aggression, that’s what this house will be.
And we have no choice.Follow me
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