Send & the City

Send & the City Blog about life caring for a small boy with severe autism. Serious subject, heartfelt empathy & fun.

Made it home from hospital to my 🌟STAR 🌟 of the week. & what a week it’s been. Big thanks for all your comments texts pr...
07/03/2026

Made it home from hospital to my 🌟STAR 🌟 of the week.
& what a week it’s been. Big thanks for all your comments texts prayers and beyond.

After everything he’s still smiling.
You think he’s happy to see me? 🌟🄰

You little sun rays ā˜€ļøCan I just start by saying thank you… because the amount of messages, comments, texts, emails and ...
06/03/2026

You little sun rays ā˜€ļø

Can I just start by saying thank you… because the amount of messages, comments, texts, emails and phone calls I’ve had since my last post about me and Walt being unwell has honestly blown me away.

I don’t think people always realise how much a message saying ā€œthinking of youā€ can carry someone through a really rough week — but yours genuinely have. ā¤ļø

So before anything else… thank you.

Quick update…

Walt has now been referred to neurology for children, so we’ll keep posting updates as we go like we always do. I never expect these things to be quick.

In the meantime though, any epilepsy advice is welcome.

The doctor said ā€œprotect his head during seizuresā€ā€¦ but when they can come anytime, anywhere, I’m not entirely sure how I’m meant to protect much mid-trampoline jump.

And the thought that keeps popping into my head is…

What happens when he’s 30?

I can barely carry him now and he’s only 7. šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø

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As for me… I’m still writing this from hospital.

Third bed and ward in 48 hours.

I’m grateful we have the NHS, I really am. But this place is… something else.

Yesterday I had a pretty scary hour followed by a serious conversation (and a bit of a telling off). Apparently my body went into something called an adrenal crisis.

Because I’m on daily steroids and I’d been so sick, I’d basically thrown all my medication back up and had none left in my system.

Turns out stopping steroids suddenly can be really dangerous. Your organs can shut down and cardiac arrest is a real possibility.

So the doctors were not impressed and have told me very clearly that if this ever happens again I’m to come straight in.

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They warn you about side effects when you start medication, but when you’ve just got a bug you never think like that. You just think keep going, you’ll be fine.

Turns out I was very much not fine.

But I’m on the mend now after having everything pumped directly into my veins.

They’re keeping me here because apparently my body has ā€œbeen through a thingā€ā€¦ and to be fair I do feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.

But I am NOT staying here a third night.

I have never been away from Walt this long in his life and I’m not about to start now.

The Caribbean? Maybe.
This hospital? Absolutely not.

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The hardest thing about being an SEN parent is becoming ill when you’re their main carer.

I see Walt from the moment his eyes open to the moment they close.

When something’s wrong, he reaches for me.
When he needs comfort, he looks for me.
When he wants a cuddle, it’s me.

And the worst part is I can’t explain where I am.

I can’t FaceTime him and tell him Mam is poorly but coming back soon.

Gav and my mam have told him… but I don’t know if he understands.

It honestly feels like the right side of my body is missing. šŸ’”

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And this is the bit every SEN parent tries not to think about.

When you’re lying in a hospital bed and your child depends on you for everything… your brain goes to places you normally shove in a locked box.

What happens if something happens to me?

Not just tomorrow.
But one day when I’m older.
When my body can’t keep up with him anymore.

Who understands him the way i do?
Who knows the tiny things that calm him when he’s overwhelmed?

What happens to children like Walt when the person who speaks their language isn’t there anymore?

I can’t solve all of that from a hospital bed today.

But I know one thing… I have to try.

Because I genuinely don’t know how any parent of a profoundly autistic child is supposed to rest in peace without knowing their child will always be safe.

Families like ours need far more support, far more reassurance, and far less of councils and ā€œprofessionalsā€ deciding they know better and trying to split families up for the ā€œgreater good.ā€

This world wasn’t built for families like ours.

But we will find our space, our support, and our rights.

Even if it kills me trying.

If you’re another SEN parent lying awake at night worrying about the future… please know you’re not the only one having these thoughts. ā¤ļø

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And finally…

Ward number 3 is absolutely full of characters.

So stay tuned because I suspect there may be asylum-level stories coming soon. šŸ˜‚

If anyone has experience with epilepsy in children, I’d genuinely love to hear it. We’re learning as we go over here. ā¤ļø

And hug your little ones a bit tighter tonight for me šŸ’”

When it rains… it absolutely pours.The last six days have been an actual disaster.It started with norovirus.From Friday ...
04/03/2026

When it rains… it absolutely pours.

The last six days have been an actual disaster.

It started with norovirus.
From Friday I was vomiting every 15 minutes. Walt went to my mam’s on Saturday while I basically lived in the bathroom šŸ’©šŸ˜­

He came home Saturday night and I practically bathed us both in bleach before bed.

Sunday morning I was still rough. You’ll have seen the video of me trying to convince him we should stay home. We mostly managed a day in (apart from autism gymnastics because my sick had eased).

In the back of my mind I’m thinking — please don’t let Walt catch this before school.

Sunday night the vomiting comes back with a vengeance.

Monday morning it settles a bit. Walt wakes up happy, bouncing, ready for school. I’m making breakfast, take it into the living room while he’s on his trampoline…

And then I hear a sound I will never forget.

A choking noise.

I run back in.

He’s face down.
Stiff.
Shaking.
In vomit and blood.

A massive seizure.

In that moment I scoop him up — I know now you’re not meant to, but I did. I needed to see his face. He’s shaking uncontrollably. I clear his mouth. Wipe the blood. He starts to come round but can’t walk. I carry him — completely dead weight — to his sofa bed.

He just conks out.

I ring 999.

ā€œProfound autism. Major learning delay. Fit. Non-responsive.ā€

They were here in under three minutes. I have never been more grateful to see anyone in my life.

Ambulance. More sickness. Warnings about medication ā€œup his bumā€ if another seizure starts. I nod. Do whatever you need to do.

Thankfully we didn’t need it.

At A&E it’s watch and wait. We’re referred to neurology. Everyone is 99.9% sure it’s epilepsy. They reassure me autism and epilepsy often go hand in hand and medication is much better these days.

I put my big girl pants on. Because I have to.

My parents turn up. I will never, ever. be able to thank them enough.

We get home with instructions:
If it happens again — ring 999, support his head, time it. It can happen anytime anywhere. Great.

By 4pm he’s running around.
By 7pm we’re in Asda.
Bath time like nothing ever happened.

Silver lining? Walt doesn’t seem to remember a thing.

But I do.

8pm hits and I realise I cannot let him sleep alone. I check the booklet we were sent home with- no sleeping without a monitor or person present. Walt sleeps downstairs (the only place he will sleep, so we roll with it). So I’m back in Asda at 8:30pm buying a baby monitor. A baby monitor for my 7 year old son.

I watched that monitor all night.

Every single noise haunted me. I text my best friends ā€œ I cannot do epilepsy as wellā€

Tuesday morning he wakes up smiling, asking for food in his way, handing me his shoe. He wants school.

Every bone in my body screams do not leave him.

But I can’t watch his every breath forever or I’ll end up 6ft under myself. I need some rest.

His teachers are incredible. They reassure me they’ve supported children with complex needs before. They’ll ring 999. Then me.

Driving away was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

But he had a good day.

Little wins.

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And then my body decides it’s not done.

Five days of no steroids.
Autoimmune disease. Weekly injection that wipes out my immune system.
I can’t fight infections properly.

The vomiting comes back. I can’t keep anything down. 111 send me to hospital they suspect adrenal crisis.

So now I’m in a ward. Via a 5 hour wait in a&e of course.

And I hate leaving Walt. You all know I never leave him.

Five days of no meds. Stopping my happy pills abruptly. I am physically and mentally broken.

I’m writing this from hospital because honestly… I am done.- but it helps me to write and I will keep being honest.

I am Exhausted but can’t sleep- my brain has been total fog from the shock & illness.

I’m on IV meds now and hoping I’ll be back to myself soon and back fully to my Walt.

They say bad things come in threes.

My last post was about a breakup.
This one is about mine and Walt’s health.

God, if you’re listening… let that be enough now.

To my autism parents and carers — if you have epilepsy advice, I would really appreciate it.

Love to you all.

Another day in paradise šŸ„“šŸ‘

Oh hi March 🌸🌼This Feb half term I decided to do things a little differently. Basically because every part of our lives ...
01/03/2026

Oh hi March 🌸🌼

This Feb half term I decided to do things a little differently. Basically because every part of our lives is busy and upside down right now I decided to for once- plan absolutely zero.
Normally I book things for most days in the holidays because Walt does not understand rest, he expects get up, eat, p**p, leave the house until he comes back at 8pm for snack time bath time and bed time. If I try to change this little routine there is normally HELL to pay in one way or another. It could be he’s not used the energy so he’s awake all night, it could be his day is all over the place out of routine and he doesn’t know when bed time or morning is, he hasn’t used his sensory processing throughout the day and ends up being a ball of frustration on a night time.
So I’m thinking this is probably going to go wrong BUT I’m looking at him and he’s exhausted from school, he’s attended this term more than ever and he’s doing brilliant for Walt. Small but steps are definitely made. The cost is pure exhaustion. I can see when he’s been concentrating because his eyes literally roll in his head he’s that tired, I can see he’s pale and wrecked and just needs a cuddle.
Plus I am wrecked, our new house is being built & im trying to pack up/ chuck things away from the current home, as well as starting new meds that are making me ill and coming down slowly from a high dose of steroids which also makes me ill.

It’s a s**t show if I’m honest. So I think. Screw it, just because I don’t book activities does not mean we won’t go out. We’re just doing a slower more winging it approach.

We start off pretty well. Cosy under the quilt and in front of a Disney film on rainy days. We still go to autism gymnastics every Sunday too and of course we have to still visit Asda most days. We venture to the beach a few days when the sun comes out, arcades and the stack. We play outside, the park and nannas back garden! We visit Nana Marion for her 93rd birthday at the pub where she’s necking gins. šŸ˜‚šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø we managed to see a seal and alpacas šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļøšŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļøšŸ„“šŸ„“ though neither was planned šŸ˜‚ and then it alllll goes t**s up.
Vomit. Not Walt. Me.
Gavs away so my mam and dad take him. Then they start to vomit.
Everyone is vomit ridden apart from Walt and I feel so bad.
When you’re a full time carer as well as a parent you can’t just hand off. Walk away from everyday things. The things keeping them alive. But the worst is his little face that expects to go out today and I can’t tell him I’m poorly he doesn’t understand. So I had stopped vomming for 24 hours and was determined to take him to autism gymnastics today. I am so glad I did because every week he gets closer and closer to his big cuz and it’s Gorg to watch. He was also buzzing to be out the house- can ya blame him.
I just about made it home for some Codine when the vomit started again. I feel horrendous. Everything hurts. I’ve infected the whole family. Every single cough from Walt feels like it’s going to be projectile vomit. 🤮
And he’s looking at me like mam. We had so much fun this week. He looks rested. we didn’t go over and beyond we tried to chill. AND WHAT DO I GET FOR SLOWING DOWN. Stupid body decides to relax and let in an illness!

Moral of the story. Next half term I’m booking an activity a day. Even if we don’t make it. Then my body won’t think it has time for a sickness bug. Give me
Strength!

Big question is. Do we think Walt has escaped the bug? Or is he waiting for school to start to start the vom? šŸ„“šŸ¤®šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø

God speed āœŒļø

✨ A new road ✨Out of all my posts on here, this one will probably be the most vulnerable one to date.While my little Fac...
20/02/2026

✨ A new road ✨

Out of all my posts on here, this one will probably be the most vulnerable one to date.

While my little Facebook blog is small, I’ve realised it’s grown a lot over the past six months. I’ve had so many of you reach out to me about the autism world, and I just want to say thank you so much for the support ā¤ļø

I thought I’d better reintroduce myself.
Some of you know me and Walt well, and some of you are newbies.

There’s been a huge change for us.

I didn’t want to share it at first.
Fear of judgement, embarrassment, and honestly… I didn’t really want to believe it.

But I share everything in the hope that someone out there feels less alone — so I’ve got to stick by my own rules.

So bear with me… here goes ✨

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I’m Nic.
I’m a newly SINGLE mam to Walt.

Walt is 7 and profoundly autistic.
I’m 36 and have an autoimmune disease that means I take a form of chemotheapy every week for the rest of my life.

I’m usually in a lot of pain, managing long-term steroids, and complaining about weight gain and moon face šŸ˜… it won’t be this way forever but this disease isn’t a quick fix and is taking time to find the right drug for me.

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I fiercely advocate for my son.

He can’t talk, read, or write, and has very low understanding.
He would walk out in front of a car even if I said ā€œno, stop.ā€

He has meltdowns alongside other medical needs — including reflux disease and multiple life-threatening allergies.

Last year he had a PEG inserted because he stopped growing at age four.

So… autism + medicine via PEG = a lot.

Life is A LOT, and being newly single was not on my bingo card.

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Since Walt was diagnosed, I think there’s always been something in me quietly fearing this day might come.

Not many marriages survive life with a profoundly disabled child.
I’m not blaming him — he is not the reason — there were many things that led to this.

Adding a disabled child to any relationship is hard on anyone. The enormity of what life long care means and 24 hour care is bigger than either of us imagined. It changed us both in so many ways.

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After 21 years together, since I was 16, I have no idea how to be single…
But that’s okay, because I don’t have time šŸ˜‚

Life does, in fact, go on.

For the last six months I’ve been picking kitchens, bathrooms, windows and doors — and crying intermittently šŸ˜‚ me and Walt are moving into a new home that is currently being rebuilt by the best builders and tradies of all time.

Some days have been heartbreaking.
Other days have brought little glimmers of excitement ✨

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I’m grateful to have shared a life and a marriage, and ultimately to have Walt.

None of this is what I wanted — but we’re here, and we’re surviving.

Me and my little man of the house will be moving soon into our Walt-friendly pad, and we can’t wait to share and help others along the way like we always have.

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I’ve always said sharing has helped me with Walt.

It helped me get him the support he needed, and I know I’ve helped others who’ve reached out.

So even when it’s not sunshine and rainbows, we talk about it anyway ✨

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So here’s to:
✨ the glimmers
✨ being vulnerable
✨ advocating like a SINGLE mother šŸ’Ŗ

I won’t say I’ve got this — because I don’t feel like I have just yet.

I feel in limbo. Waiting to move. Waiting for things to happen.

So I’ll say this instead:
watch this space & I’m trying my best āœØšŸ™ƒ

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Thank you, as always, for following Walt’s and my story ā¤ļø
The more people know his quirks, the more friends he can have in this world — and that’s never a bad thing.

When our world feels like it’s shrinking, it’s nice to have friends everywhere we go ā¤ļøā¤ļø

Check Walt out inspecting the building site!!

This is not some far away land. This is the UK. In our country.Our councils. Our care homes. Ours local authorities. ā€œWh...
18/02/2026

This is not some far away land.
This is the UK.
In our country.
Our councils.
Our care homes.
Ours local authorities.

ā€œWhen he turned 18, the local council decided he would be better off being cared for in supported living with full-time carers, against his mum’s wishes.ā€

- sorry what? The local council decided?
So you fight and cope for 18 years of your disability child’s life for support for help for any scraps of anything, for the distinction between right and wrong. Between school and no school access, between appointments and hospital visits, wheelchairs and therapies and they turn 18 and your local authority can come along and DECIDE he would be better off being cared for in supported living?

Over. My. Dead. Body.

if someone told me Walt would be better off in a care home than than with me and I’ve no choice but to put him in one and then like some of these parents have been told - you then can’t see him any contact for weeks while he adjusts? What.
What the actual f**k? I’d probably be locked up or have to be put in the care home with him.

When I first read this I thought- ok it must be isolated incident- you know, more to the story the needs must be so high and the parents must be struggling.
I know that’s the only way I would ever consider care homes for Walt in the future if I physically couldn’t care for him but putting him in somewhere would probably break my heart - as it must for most parents in the position but that process should be sensitive, supportive and family fuelled.
Not ever. The local authority decided?
Who gave these people the power to decide such a huge decision for our families??
Can they do this to me???

You think these things don’t happen but here are families it IS happening too, and while I’ve researched CAN this happen? The law states it’s supposed to support parents before removal and removal should only be in extreme cases where proof of harm is there.
Fact is parents of profound autistic adults probably do get harmed - Walt hits me once a day and he’s only 7 and tiny- imagine that being 18 year old Walt. It is scary and parents in that position are TERRIFIED to ask for help and it’s because of this. The fear that their child will be locked up!

The fact is the fear is real. Even now, we’ve a social disability worker and I’m on edge the minute I’m talking to her incase I say the wrong thing and I have 100% Walt’s best interests at heart - my life is for him yet I feel scared, every move I feel is judged, every sentence.

Full disclosure if someone from the LA decided Walt was going to be moved without choice we would be on the first flight out of here.
There’s nothing wrong with care homes and respite for our families if it’s right for you, with 24/7 access - no restrictions and working with the loved ones that have brought these people up for years and years. It should be a mutual respect for the quality of our disability kids lives. Not a ā€œcompulsoryā€ ā€œforcedā€ or ā€œrestrictiveā€ act. The QCC chief has since said this is unacceptable and he will be acting but fact is it should never have got to this point. It shouldn’t have happen d to these poor families!

It’s like reading something from handmaids tale.

I feel ill šŸ’”
ITV News Carers UK

Just a boy snogging his own reflection for Valentine’s. Self love babes. Never change. ā¤ļøšŸ˜‚Happy Valentines šŸ’˜
14/02/2026

Just a boy snogging his own reflection for Valentine’s.
Self love babes.
Never change.

ā¤ļøšŸ˜‚

Happy Valentines šŸ’˜

✨children’s mental health week ✨It’s been a week and there’s still one day left šŸ„“šŸ˜‚ This year   is all about finding ā€œthe...
12/02/2026

✨children’s mental health week ✨

It’s been a week and there’s still one day left šŸ„“šŸ˜‚

This year is all about finding ā€œthere placeā€ where they feel at home, they fit, they are comfortable to be themselves.

We have a few places for Walt now that he is completely himself and it’s the best to see the best version of him. I remember when he was being diagnosed with autism and one of the therapist said to me that Walt was too anxious to play with his toys the same way other kids do. This was early days and it really upset me I felt like she was saying we had done something to make him scared to play. Of course it wasn’t that but it was part of his autism. It does take Walt a long long time to investigate toys and he’s never ā€œplayedā€ as such with any toy like it should’ve played with but I don’t believe he is anxious or scared he just doesn’t have the understanding. He’s so black and white- if something doesn’t instantly benefit him there and then he won’t do it. For example he will not put a coat on unless he can feel the cold. Indoors = no coat it’s not required. Outdoors= he allows it no probs he can feel the need for it.
That’s the first time I really thought about my child’s mental health and I never honestly thought I’d have to think about it but with autism struggles and being non verbal that can obviously have a massive impact on his mental health. Imagine being so frustrated knowing what you want but you can’t ask. That one alone is massive.
As well as that Walt doesn’t have a great food relationship because he has an eating disorder and he has lots of anaphylactic shock allergies! Which I think has played a huge part in being slightly scared or anxious of eating new foods.

He’s in and out of hospital for his gastro reflux disease and his stomach issues and again he’s older now and you remember these things and I worry about all the times I’ve had to hold him down for bloods or sedation - for operations or investigations, scans, cameras and teeth. And yes it’s all in his best interest but I feel like the bad guy in a film saying ā€œ for the greater goodā€ those ones that usually end the world šŸ˜‚
Dramatic but true 🄓
Mental health is massively important - only now i truly understand the impact having been depressed and anxious myself. I never understood until ive gone through it and I don’t think anyone will until they go through it.

Walt’s had a big big week this week. He’s had a variety of activities in school including cookery, maths, phonics and making valentines gifts! All of which he will have been guided to do and that might have been literally touching a tin opener in cookery but it’s all progress for us.
On Wednesday school celebrated wellbeing Wednesday where Walt got to wear comfy clothes so he donned his peace love autism jumper ā€œbe you the world will adjustā€

Then today we’ve been back at the RVI for more iron infusion. The second lot of sedation and IV. Better than the first and we survived and are home.
Tomorrow is wear your clothes inside out day… not sure how thatl go down with autism but we will try.

With all that it’s so hard to not think about mental health. Will walt remember this? The pain? Does he understand why we are doing this? Is it going to affect him later in his life?
I honestly don’t know and that’s why outside of these crap things I make sure to do anything in my power to keep Walt smiling & part of it is being well and part of it is telling the nurse in no uncertain terms to get the cannula out of him or I will. Right. Now.
I give them a chance but if he’s in distress these days I find myself saying no. Stop. He’s almost 8 and he is going to remember this and we do our best but sometimes that’s saying no- enough now.

He has so much going on yes I fight for the health the autism being an advocate but now I fight for his mental health too in any way I can. ā¤ļø

Tomorrow he’s off to school with valentines cards and chocolate heart for his teacher loves and some sensory lights for his class mates loves. Small things to keep the smiles, the love and the wellbeing of those around us. We appreciate you and we hope this mental health week and valentines weekend that you know we love you all.

Life’s short tell them you love them. ā¤ļø

The failing system. The autism world seems to be exploding right now. By that I mean it is at breaking point. For all co...
10/02/2026

The failing system.

The autism world seems to be exploding right now. By that I mean it is at breaking point. For all concerned.
As we know it today autism is a ā€œspectrumā€ - meaning a wide range of the way brains can develop and see the world. It’s not a straight line, or mild to severe it is known as a mix of traits that can be more or less intensive for some people.
Autism has been around as long as humans have, most likely having some very old fashioned and out dated names. In the 1800s to early 1900s people like my Walt were being institutionalised for their ā€œintensityā€ of autism.
It wasn’t until 1911 when the word autism was introduced- and then it meant ā€œa feature of schizophrenia- not a spectrum like today.
Shortly after that in the 1940s hans Asperger came along and started to describe different groups of autistic children as ā€œAsperger’sā€ and these were thought of as separate conditions.
Fast forward to 1981 and the term autism spectrum is born.
The autism spectrum is made up of several different categories. Things like communication, sensory processing , motor skills, social awareness, perspective and repetitive behaviours. In each category you might struggle with everything or only one thing. If you struggle with everything across all categories then you need more support if you struggle with less over one or two categories you might need less support.

This is where the line blurs and therefore so does the support, the understanding and frankly parents and children are left to struggle every single day because of it.

I understand the spectrum - I understand why it was created this way because there is ALOT to unpack when it comes to
Autism but the suggestion that it’s a spectrum really impacts on the support that parents and children get and makes it so hard for the world, our government, nhs and people around us to understand.

For some people autism might mean they have sensitivities to light and sound and so they wear ear defenders because this might cause them to be overstimulated and eventually have a melt down. That person may still be able to function, get ready, get washed, use the toilet, understand and follow basic instructions, understand they can’t walk out in-front of a car, talk to you, read and write. But if they’ve sensitivity to light and sound and they also display repetitive behaviours as well as don’t pick up on social norms- they would be diagnosed as autistic.
The fact that someone like Walt who can’t do all of the above and will need life long care can be compared to someone who just ticks a few boxes on the spectrum actually blows my mind.

So a Walt and this other person - let’s call him Joe bloggs, would get the same support from our government.
They would get the same DLA benefits, the same school support and the same diagnosis. Whereas you can see Walt needs a lot more support than a Joe bloggs.
This is across the board. So schools for example we had to fight tooth and nail to get into Walt’s autism specialist school- that’s because it was out of area and we were told it was ā€œfullā€ however the school told me that they even had kids in the school who didn’t need to be there/ they were referring to Joe bloggs who can read and write and sit at a desk and take instructions. When I was fighting we were told lots of lies by the local authority on both Sunderland and Durham side. Things to try and stop us fighting and fob us off. One of the main things I was told was - all the children who have a EHCP, will get sorted out into high need to low need and that’s who gets the school place and it’s not first come first serve. Walt was put at the bottom of the pile because he was out of area and his file was never taken to the head teacher. This infuriated our judge in court so much so that he asked us to step out of the room while he told the Local authority off. It was actually embarrassing. When I was told this ā€œprocessā€ I asked them - ok so who puts the ehcps into a high need and low need pile? Who the sits and decides Joe Bloggs is less need than Walt? Because in Joe vs Walt it’s clear as day. But what about a Walt vs a Walt. Who gets the place? Who is sat at a desk making that decision. Because that’s my child’s life in your hands and I don’t think there’s a high enough paid job in the council that has that role. Surprise I was never given a name to this magical person who ā€œdecidesā€
There is no doubt in my mind that some kids probably could cope with mainstream as long as they are supported in the right way. A Joe Bloggs for example could thrive if he understands instructions and can read and write. He might need help making friends and wearing his defenders / altered lighting and access to a break from class where he might struggle but he can probably mix. Walt obviously needs the 1-2-1 intervention. He needs support with every single aspect of his day. If there’s an activity the teacher will hold Walt’s hand and guide his hand to do the activity- for example painting or hand prints - he won’t dip his own hand or press it down or underhand why they are even doing the activity. His melt downs can come any second of the day and its0-100mph he doesn’t just need access to break rooms but sensory rooms, occupational therapy, speech and language and someone to help with the toilet and self care.
The government says it’s drowning in kids needing support but what it really needs is a better diagnosis system. Where the higher need get the higher support.
Walt was diagnosed after a lengthy process at 3 years old and all we got was a phone call to say yes he’s autistic and that there’s an info pack coming in the post. The info pack horrifyingly affects me still today. It was huge -ā€˜overwhelming and upsetting. Started with playgroups and places that did quiet hours. Ended with group homes and respite centres where I could ship Walt off to if it becomes too hard.

Walts only 7 and he gets high support but that’s because I have basically dedicated my life to fighting for that support- and my heart goes out to those with a Joe Bloggs who does still need support but your fight must be so so so hard because it’s not blatantly obvious like it is for Walt. I still had to fight and you can see within spending a minute with Walt. If your child can read and write and talk i dread to think how big of a fight you’re looking at for support and diagnosis.

We need health professionals to be able to say this person is high need. He’s going to need x y z in school and x y z in adulthood. It’s like the blind leading the blind in the real world.
Plus everyone’s experience of autism is different so your nurse at hospital might have only seen a Joe Bloggs and when she hears oh Walt’s coming in he has autism she thinks oh right a Joe is coming in so il give him a book to read. Well no. You can’t do that because they are worlds apart. That’s one of the worst parts because some hospitals have been so good at understanding but others think they can plonk you into a sensory room and magically your autism will be fine and you’ll be fine getting your blood taken / well nope it doesn’t work like that either.

What got me thinking about all this was the story in the news in Australia last week. Two parents kill their two autistic kids and then themselves in a su***de pact. Unfortunately not the first time I’ve read this story. Lots of people do this. First feeling is outrage and sadness/ how could they do that to their kids. Turns out their support had been taken away and they couldn’t cope. No money no support and they felt this was their only option. They loved them so much they didn’t want them to face the world without them in it. You read the article it goes on to say parents were lovely - both of them hanging by a thread. Which tells me people knew and didn’t help. This is what it boils down too. Those parents Probably fought hard to get the support just as I did for Walt - you get a little help and for us it’s school. I never thought we would get there but it gives me peace of mind knowing he’s there he’s happy and he’s with other Walt’s. If the support was taken away now I don’t know what I’d do. Walt is only 7 but he’s hard work, he has complex health needs and autism needs. I am still fighting for help everyday- and that’s not take Walt away it’s just help me with things that will help calm him or help him to communicate. I have to fight for help for myself because mentally it’s exhausting- since Walt was born 7 years ago I’ve been told to section him 3 times, to send him to a respite centre for a few nights a week to send him away every weekend. I can’t do that. Some parents can. I can’t. But also why is that the only solution to these people, why can’t they get you support as a human being - what exactly about being sectioned is going to help me or my son?!!
The couple in Australia had two boys, and they were both teens so they’ve been in this fight double what we have. Many of the comments are blasting the parents for what they did but a lot of them have no idea what people have to cope with- and I’m
Not saying they did the right thing- it’s awful but I can say I understand - no one can love your child like you do and special needs is a different ball game. If I thought Walt would’ve been worse without me in this world then yes id take him with me. This world is terrifying with me in it fighting for his every right and every word. I often say I need to live just one more day than Walt does and this is why. So no I don’t agree with these parents but I do have compassion and understanding and I hope to god I am never in their position.

Walt hits me when he’s in distress and he’s only getting bigger- I’ve seen stories of similar things happening to parents who get beaten up trying to provide basic care to their child- imagine living that life and then someone comes along and takes your support away. I’m not sure id be able to see another way out either. The fact is Australia and the world should be ashamed that these two parents felt that was the only way. They’re only option and they’ve been beaten down and lived a hard hard life for years to get to that place. That choice and now there’s no going back.
Support needs the different levels of a diagnosis to be able to put the right support in place. They can’t just work off ā€œspectrumā€ where there isn’t a line of severe vs mild. We need it desperately or these things will keep happening. It only February now and two of you have told me your child didn’t get into specialist school because there’s no spaces - you’ve been told they’ll have to go mainstream and cope - both of you have a Walt and both of you know you can’t. The LA then tried to make you sign on the dotted line to say Youl home school! Luckily your part of this community and have support and will fight but how many parents are there who don’t know who don’t fight or who trust the Local authority to do what’s best.
Well all I can say to parents out there is that we’re all winging it because none of us has had to deal with this until your first autism kiddo comes along but please don’t give up the fight, don’t trust their word because honestly it’s down to money and your child deserves better. Fight fight fight for it because you deserve better. If homeschool is your thing great but don’t sign up for that unless your committed because to them it’s a tick box situation and if your homeschooled then your fine- but mostly we know that’s not going to be fine and your child deserves a right to education.
To the Government- council or local authority - please god be the change that the autism community so desperately need it’s not 1800 anymore and we’ve come a long way since then. We have so much to still to see. The support package for a Walt needs to be better because right now the goody bag at an awards ceremony is more supportive than the what we get. Parents are ill trying to survive this. Mentally and physically ill. Be the support that you would want your own child to have. Don’t just advertise autism friendly or sen play places be the change we all so desperately need it’s 2026 now and we need things to change- less articles like this and more support! šŸ’”

šŸ”“ Australian couple ā€˜felt they had no other choice’ after being beaten down by the system

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