So the dreaded visit from LB’s Care Manager passed off painlessly today.
LB sat very patiently while she gave information, apologised for using jargon and went through his support plan. Then she got to the big question:
“What three things are most important to you in your life?” [these can relate to any aspect of your life – aspirations, outcomes you wish to achieve or things you are keen to maintain or be able to do again.]
[silence]
“LB what things are important to you? …”
[silence]
“What is important to you? It can be anything at all… Have a think…Is it your mum and dad? Or your family?”
[silence]
“Can you think of one thing to start off with?”
“Bus spotting.”
“Ah. That’s good. Can you think of anything else that’s important to you?”
“Lorry spotting.”
“Brilliant. One more thing…”
“Coach spotting.”
“Fantastic.”
I read about the passing of LB. It is sad. I read back some ways. Autism is sad. Institutionalism is sad. I suppose there are varying degrees of autism. Some people are less able to communicate than others.
Thank you Marty. It’s very sad.