It’s very often the small things that give the most joy. Yesterday was one of those days. For those of you who have been following the story of my autistic brother over the summer, you will know that we have moved on from a very dark place. A place of sectioning under the Mental Health Act, and a stay in two hospitals, followed by the most frustrating turmoil with the red tape in Adult Social Care. We finally found new accommodation that is supported by Mencap, and now we are
So Sunday is moving day. It seems like quite a long haul when I look back on the blog posts over the past few months, but in the grand scheme of things it’s been quite a speedy process. Or so I have been told by a nurse on my brothers ward. ‘These things normally take much longer’ she assured me. I didn’t need that assurance, all I could see was a great breakdown in the system where things could move a lot faster. As I have said in previously, no wonder the NHS is in crisis.
Today I asked my Autistic brother if he would like to go on a picnic tomorrow. ‘Not really.’ he said, ‘that’s what children do.’ So, I thought in the light of him still being in the care of the NHS, he may like a day out. I had no idea he would think a picnic was silly. I thought it would be a great idea. Get him out in nature. Have some snacks and things he likes, and then chat about the next phase. No. Firstly, it isn’t good if the sky is grey, secondly that means he has to