PGP / SPD My story:

 TW: Abuse, bullying  Point of post: Hope, Healing • 🤍 • 🤍 • 🤍 • 🤍 • 🤍 • 🤍 • • 🤍 • 🤍 • 🤍 • 🤍 • 🤍 • 🤍 • 'The happy book ' -S.W. Ok so when I was a child I used to have and make what I called "happy books" to counteract the fact my life was pretty difficult and painful in general and therefore my diaries became a treasure trove of heartbreak and hope.  I needed an alternative to my diaries and my reality. Something to balance it out and inspire me to keep going and fight whatever life throws at me. ☯️ I bought little books and I jotted down random thoughts and feelings, poetry, collages of pretty images and things from magazine, inspirational quotes, favourite lines of poems I've read, doodles and art, photography, silly things like a waterproof teabag I'd covered a tea bag in sellotape and laughed at the irony, did daft little things and I wrote my observations down about fellow humans, always generalised so nothing identifiable, and with the eagern...

 

 'Perfect Home' What is perfect? I've never said I was, nor aspired to be Perfect. Perfect simply doesn't exist. So why do I feel like this? Having to re-arrange and re-adjust my whole life, Around illnesses I never wanted nor asked for. Like having a thousand wood peckers around your body peck peck pecking away at a thousand miles per hour and a hornets nest in your mind with no escape. How can you escape from your own body and mind? This is why people need to be more patient and more kind. I will forever be 'less-than' the girl that I was, The girl that could. When I could finish a task in a matter of minutes that I can't do today in a matter of months. The hare has become the tortoise and it's hard to feel like you'll ever reach the finish line when everyone is on a different speed setting and pain level than you. You are expected to do exactly the same as everyone else but with a huge difference. You're a tortoise surrounded by hares and you...

I divorced my ex husband July 2021 as he wasn't treating me the way I needed or deserved and it's a long story but I got myself out of my wheelchair and I now walk with a cane/walking stick. Im still coming to terms with the corruption that occurred when my son was diagnosed with leukemia and I still stand by my decision to put him in the capable hands of my parents who I'm lucky to have as nearby neighbours and I'm still healing from what social services did and said to me. S's words still echo in my mind. "Disabled people should not be allowed to be parents. Sarah, if you ever want to do your son a favour and be the best mum like you say you want to be then you need to kill yourself." I'm still here and since getting the ankle weights and removing toxic and draining people from my life, I am now walking albeit in MUCH more pain. I have a much better relationship now with my son and I've had him at the cinema on the bus with me, had meals out with...

I don't know what the law on this is but I, as a disabled mother , clearly have no rights at the moment, when it comes to child social services preventing me to parent our child, in which I parent alongside my able-bodied husband, and have done for three years, including with his cancer, until FALSE accusations were made regarding my disability.  Having proven untrue, and my disability is real and a needs assessment to prove my disability does not affect my parenting, child services wish to prevent me being a parent to our son, due to my disability, and it's affects. My fellow SPD bearers and individual, inspirational, heroes. Thanks to everyone who have been so cool when I and my husband have been amongst a storm. Things are still a little chaos, well in all honesty there is NO little when it comes to chaos. The dreaded meeting is tomorrow where we put forward our request for a new needs assessment and fight the fact that despite all little info and lack of factual info,...

I was in hospital recently and I am not well :*-(     *sobs* This makes it much harder to cope with defensive and slight ignorant people who are supposed to help you! I was tired and hurting and they were stressing me out no end repeating things we have already heard/read and already suffered through. My disability is not me! I am not being selfish by discussing it after all it is the defined problem that has everything to do with whether or not our child is to return home and perhaps I wouldn't need to talk about it if someone/anyone had asked me about it instead of just judging it/me. Have they not discovered that assumptions are not facts and only lead to incorrect decisions due to being based on incorrect informatio. Perhaps instead of jumping ahead why not put in writing in detail the issues and stick to them and not state more issues, once issues are resolved! Perhaps also have a meeting with adult services and give them issues in writing so I can have needs...

Help us someone... Some one please help me, as i am suffocating from the system we have in place, a system in which is breaking me as a person as i am already broken as a mother as my son has cancer, this is such an emotional suffocation of hurt for my son and the wish i could change places with him, the hope, our miracle that is our son, can survive and the maliciousness of humankind that has shown its ugly head at a time our family should be supported, not attacked, could be somehow hidden from our son, so we can protect him from it, but it is him that suffers with us. We should not be investigated or have a child protection conference for a child that is already protected by my husband and i, and his grandparents. I would DIE for my son, i would take a knife, a bullet, anything for my son to be able to live, even if for only a second longer than god has planned, because my son IS my life. He IS our life, and they are all asking us to forget it is happening, put it in the back...