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Knowledge sources

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I had a call yesterday from the person running a specialist arm of a charity providing educational support to young learning disabled people/children. A care provider basically. I was put in touch with her through a mate, who met her in connection with her daughter’s transition to adulthood.  My mate rang me to say that this woman was one to speak to about LB. The subtext in this exchange is that there are a lot of people it ain’t worth speaking to. Something I think most parents of disabled children learn sooner or later.

At the time of the call, I was at a local retreat where we go for concentrated writing days a couple of times a year. The woman’s matter of fact summation of our situation contrasted with the scenery and sunshine. She reflected on how odd it was that various things hadn’t happened all those weeks ago; before we were ‘driven to such an extreme measure as admitting LB to the unit’.

Whoah.

That is an extreme measure. I almost forget the brutality of it. And here we are 80 days later, nearly a quarter of LB’s 18th year spent in hospital. Kind of beyond extreme really. This so should not have happened.

Specialist woman zoomed into action over the phone and made a plan to plan a possible programme to support LB’s return to school. Depending on funding of course. Cough cough. She was definitely one to speak to. But then she would be if she was recommended by a mate. Someone with personal experience of the gig. That’s the way it works.

If we’re going to talk about hierarchies of knowledge, my money is on the mate/mother network every time. Efficient, effective and it don’t cost a penny.

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‘Incarceration’ on a sunny day

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I’ve been trying (and failing) to make some sense of this experience. It’s too enormous. And on a sunny day like today, ‘incarceration’ is all the more painful. Of course LB isn’t ‘incarcerated’, he’s an informal patient who, in theory, can move around as he chooses. In practice, this isn’t really the case. (Although spending the day in his room watching Eddie Stobart DVDs is probably something he’d choose to do).

I was kind of delighted to read on twitter, this morning, that one of the priorities of the Care Quality Commission (CQC) is to strengthen its focus on mental health, mental capacity and learning disability. That delight was almost instantly quashed by the ‘Yeah. What. Effer’ demons. The past 16 or so years since LB was diagnosed with ________________ [fill in the current label/s depending on the year/decade/century/version of the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders). Use an extra page if necessary], nothing has really changed. The kind of things we (a group of parents of young children) tried to change in health and social care all those years ago, are being fought by a new group of parents of young children. Having just emailed LB’s care manager this evening to ask her to stop any more direct payments (DP) and take back what’s been paid into the DP bank account (above the surplus that has already been demanded back by the DP team), in order to avoid paying a fair charge for no support at all, makes me wonder if things have almost got worse in some ways.

It’s a tricky one really. The extreme situation we’ve experienced over the past few months has pushed us into some horrible spaces. The almost daily developments – good, bad and indifferent – in the various areas that revolve around being the mother of a learning disabled young man informally living at a mental health unit, are time consuming, sometimes baffling and emotional exhausting.

I’ve read, researched, written about and lived the experience of mothering a learning disabled child. This adult stuff is a whole new ballgame. One we’ve barely had a chance to absorb and think about clearly. In the same way there was never any (useful) guidance, support or advice about having a disabled child, there has been no useful guidance, support or advice about having a learning disabled adult son with mental health issues (I don’t like this phrase but dunno what’s an acceptable alternative).

This has been hard. But hey ho. The sun was shining today. There’s good stuff going on. Charlie’s Angels are fighting the fight. Rich and I are both blown away by the support and warm wishes consistently offered by family, friends, neighbours, colleagues and all sorts of other people. Some guy raved about my grey hair at the bus stop this evening. And Chunky Stan’s eye pressure in his remaining eye is pretty much back to normal. 

And we’ve arranged to meet LB in Burger King tomorrow evening with Tom. They’ve not seen each other for five weeks. Funny times.

The Unit: The beginning

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I’ve just been reading old posts in preparation for a meeting with the learning disability service manager this morning and realise there was a jump from Charlie’s Angel’s taking LB to town on that Tuesday morning to him being sectioned that night.

Just briefly, to fill in that gap;

The trip to town on the bus went ok but LB became agitated after his Subway sandwich and they came back quite early. I was at work later that day when a mate rang and told me about a mental health/learning disability treatment unit she’d been told about, very locally, that should admit LB on an informal basis because he was a danger to himself or others. She gave me the number to ring to set the process in place. And a second number to ring to follow up, if he wasn’t admitted within an hour or so.

Sitting on the bus home, holding the scrap of paper with the two numbers scribbled on it was indescribably awful. As was the rest of the day. And the days that followed.

Funny really, looking back. These numbers obviously gave us access to tap into a tried and tested process. After a very short space of time, we had a consultant sitting at the kitchen table. Bizarre really as we had been shouting for help with zip all effect up to that point. But hey ho, until you know what you really need to know, you don’t really know anything in the weird world of learning disability support.

The consultant talked with LB first on his own, and then went though a load of questions with us. There were some tensities, shall we say. Rich nearly exploded when he suggested organising outreach workers to come in each day to check on LB instead of admitting him. Things had got beyond outreach in a big way. And we had little confidence in whether ‘outreach’ would materialise. Eventually, after nearly two hours, and a call to his line manager, it was agreed that LB should be admitted.

The consultant left saying he would call when ‘the bed’ was ready. Tom had his judo grading. Rich dropped him off and told him to walk round the corner to his grandparents after and wait for us to collect him. I got together some pyjamas, clean clothes, wash stuff and sat with LB who seemed quite excited. He loves the whole hospital/institution thing; uniforms, wards, processes, order.

We got the call and set off for the unit.

“Where are we going?” said LB as we turned away from the local hospital. We explained it was a different hospital and then, five minutes later, arrived at a neat two storey building on the site of the learning disability team. Right by the psychiatrist’s office. ‘Five minutes from home’, you say? Next to the psychiatrist’s office??? Yep. Knowledge eh? It’s a vicious beast when you don’t have it.

There was a  brief blip and slight tensities as we weren’t expected and waited at the door trying to establish our credentials.  Rich asked, again through gritted teeth; “You get a lot of people turning up randomly to try and get their children admitted, do you?”

We waited in the living room while the official approval to admit LB was received and then unpacked his bits in his new room. We left pretty much straight away and went to pick up Tom. He got his blue belt.

The Unit. Day 14

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I spoke to the psychiatrist this morning and got a proper update at last. LB has been much calmer since the first week, is undergoing continuous assessment and they are hoping to adjust his environment, rather than change him, to reduce the triggers to his aggression and anxiety. They are planning for him to return to school (for his non-school based week) after Easter and are hoping that he will agree to stay at the Unit, informally, at the end of this section in a couple of weeks time. The core ingredient during this time will be information gathering, past and present, from his family, school and the unit team.

What.a.relief. That sounds a sensible plan. And she sounded lovely.

Ten minutes later, Rich asked if I’d looked at the photography book I’d got for Mother’s Day.

“Eh? What book??” I said, looking over at the shelf he was looking at. WOW!! I’d completely forgotten about it. Mother’s Day was obliterated this year, as I’d scuttled up to Manchester early to get away from a raging LB. A long nine days before he was admitted. “Fab! O.M.G. What day is it????”
“April 3rd. Wednesday.”
“OMG!!  I’ve got my hot rock massage today at 10.30!!!! Gotta scoot.”
“So today’s all about you is it Mum?” chipped in Rosie, ‘working’ (Candy *cough* Crush) at the kitchen table.
“Yep, bloody right it is.”

The letter

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So, we get back from a nice weekend away, with the sun still shining, and there’s a letter from LB’s Transition Care Manager (ASW).

I am writing to confirm that we have been successful at panel and that your indicative budget is xxx per week or xxxx for a full year. I understand you wish to receive the budget as a direct payment and manage the account yourself. I enclose a support plan that needs to be completed before any money is released. I’m happy to start the support plan for you as a draft and then we can arrange to meet to discuss any questions you may have.

Well, I have quite a few questions.

Kicking off with who is the we? Given ASW has never met LB*, I’m not sure who it refers to?  I’ve met ASW for about 20 minutes in total and she ain’t ever met LB, so seems a bit too familiar for my liking.

And why were we successful?  Was there ever a question mark over the need for an adult care package? I find it pretty offensive really, suggesting we somehow won something. Or is this a (waste) product of current government welfare reform. WE have been successful in the wider context of cuts. Great.

What is an indicative budget? If these terms are going to be used, they should have some sort of explanation or it is meaningless (and frustrating).

Is this budget for just the period while LB is still in full time education or indefinitely? If the latter, does that mean that LB will have his case closed once this care package (xxx a week) is in place?

And if yes, how the fuck are we supposed to manage our lives, with full time jobs, around the equivalent of 10 hours a care week?

That’s it really. I’m not going to bother repeating the way in which careless, jargon filled communications like this are experienced.

Transition really is shit.

*I know.

The adult service

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Realised I’d double booked myself for this Friday and had to cancel a visit from LB’s new social worker. The adult social worker. I then realised that a) I didn’t know her name and b) I didn’t have any contact details for her. Other than ‘ASW, Friday morning’. “Hey, crap bollock”, I hear some of you shout, “Why didn’t you write down the details at the time?”

I dunno. But I’m not sure it’s my responsibility to fact find in this situation.

When I met ASW, with LB’s current social worker, a few weeks ago, it was a pretty underwhelming situation. Chittering on, as I filled the kettle, I lightheartedly mentioned that LB said he didn’t want to meet her.

“Well,” she said, bristling, “I am his future.”

We sat at the table for ten minutes, having a forgettable chat (well apart from the bit where she defended A4E’s performance in the local authority). And made an appointment for Friday. I’m not sure what the point of the last meeting was, or this one because nothing is made clear. But I obviously needed to reschedule.

I emailed LB’s existing social worker. Asking for ASW’s contact details (and whether  she remembered her saying she was his future). I got an email back, ignoring my second question but stating the following;

  • Adult care manager is ASW, you can email her on xxxx. She will be his care manager when he transfers to the adult service. Once his care package is up and running she will then close to her. However he will remain open to the learning disability team. If you require further support after the closure to ASW then you just contact the team and they will re refer you to a care manager that is more than likely be ASW.

Eh? Sorry, but what does any of this mean? Is this social care speak? Are there some missing words? What does ‘close to her’ mean? And ‘open to the learning disability team’? What does that mean??? And why all the jiggerypokery if the outcome ‘more than likely’ is  always going to be ASW? What does any of it mean???

And why are you emailing me this crapshite piece of opaque, insider, meaningless jargon when I’m terrified enough about what the future will be like for LB?