Instant tears when we calmly attempted to read up on universal credit, PIP. We are stuck in bed in pain and wanted to do something to prepare for after the move but like before it doesn't work we just get in a state. Think I may have found an advocacy charity and I think one of the first thing to do is maybe see if I can speak to adult social work to help us figure out what we need to do about benefits, ect because we really really  need to not get iller.

Email to possible support & info sent, school application sent to but not sure if its the right form having same issues, formal language a real struggle and we cant concentrate, then start getting really upset because we need to be able to do this shit. Still rested a fair bit today lad was awake when we woke up about 6 am and might of been up all night. We let him sleep after that, partly because he was crazy hot last night and partly because we were crumbling at thought of the adult tasks required to get child up, ready and out the door for school. Its his last week though he gotta go in tomorrow and Friday.

Doc was quite nice saw different one than last time, we kinda need them to be nice after however long we have spent in the waiting room means we are a wreck by the time we are called. She gave a short course of sleepers and more diazepam when it hadsnt been three months since the last lot! Good because we cant be mostly resting tomorrow we gotta get stuff sorted for the blokes thay are gonna take busted shit to the tip.

We gotta stop freaking out about benefits so hard though wasn’t exactly easy or stress free getting what we get now and the thought of going through it all whilst trying to get head around new area and sort new place out is not pleasant.

Gonna be okay, moving can drive folk with money, support and mental health a bit bonkers. Its just all exaggerated with us.






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