Friday 29 May 2015

GOT THAT FRIDAY FEELING!

It’s Friday – woo hoo!!
It’s PJ day – double woo hoo!!

It has been a long week this week as it’s the busy one with home ed as we’ve had two lots of trampolining and the start of our course at Royal Engineers Museum.  I’ve also been having trouble sleeping; averaging about 5 hours a night and some of that broken, so been a bit of a zombie.

Today, however, and maybe because I know it’s an easy day, I’m feeling fine.  Catching up on computer bits; new timetable, accounts both my own and trampoline class’, orders, Facebook, etc, etc.  I’ve made soup for lunch and Callum has been pottering too, catching up with some work and fiddling about with computer bits.

I’m also feeling extremely loved!  My birthday isn’t until tomorrow, but I’ve already been treated to a cinema night, seeing Mad Max which was like a post-apocalyptic Fast and Furious on steroids and totally brilliant, been given a beautiful ‘Stonehenge’ oil burner, a book, several cards and umpteen bunches of flowers, so my house smells wonderful.

Tulips and Parrot Tulips


Roses plus


More roses, Arum Lillies plus

I’ve got a day out planned with my daughter for my actual birthday and a breakfast being bought for me next Tuesday!  I’m feeling very lucky and very privileged to have such fab friends and gorgeous children; my son, Callum, giving me more money for my Glastonbury fund.

I’m pleased to announce that this week’s blog has no moans or groans and is short.  Must be a first!!


Cya


Tuesday 26 May 2015

ANXIETY Vs DEPRESSION: WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?

I want to start by saying that I’ve just had a fab weekend.  Yup, really!

Friday my son and I met up with some friends and went to Margate.  Initially it was supposed to be a visit to the Turner Gallery for an exhibition and a wander round before heading off to the beach for a laze, look at the sea and meet up with some other friends of ours that live there.  On a bit of a reconnaissance check a couple of days before, I’d discovered that, although the exhibition we wanted to see was open, the rest of the gallery was shut. ‘Fine’ my friend said, ‘let’s still go’, so we did.

We get there; the weather is great, not too hot, and not too cold.  We walked to the gallery and, although the exhibition was on, it wasn’t functioning (it was supposed to be cymbals, which you could ‘play’) as there was a conference going on and they didn’t want the sound to interfere. Hrumph!!  This isn’t good.  So I decide to find out about the Shell Grotto as haven’t been since The Boy was small; it’s open, we go, its fab!  Then back to the beach, later than anticipated, to meet up, briefly, with said local friends. What could have been a disastrous day turned out quite good. Phew!



Then Saturday I went off on my ownsie to Comic Con at Excel Centre, London!  Was so nice not to have to worry about anyone else’s stresses, anxieties, wants and not wants; I left home when I was ready, I did what I wanted to do, attended whatever talks I fancied and I came home when I was ready.  Lovely!



Sunday; I pretty much slept all day and caught up with telly in between snoozes.

Monday I should have woken up refreshed, but noooooooo!!  I’d had trouble getting to sleep Sunday night (fair enough as I’d slept off and on for most of the day) and I woke up at 6am!  Wide awake, but not really with it; mentally gone, but physically hyper active; so spent all day pottering about cleaning, washing, hanging said washing out to dry, dusting, sorting and catching up with the odd prog I didn’t manage to watch the day before.  Went to bed at a reasonable hour, for me, and slept well.

Expected to wake up feeling gooooooood; I didn’t!  Today I am still tired, but I’m not only mentally tired, I’m physically tired too; I could quite happily have the day at home doing a bit more tidying up, having a lovely soak in the bath and generally taking it easy.  I can’t!  It’s private trampolining for The Boy today and, because we are already out, it’ll be a trip to the library to return a book, Subway for late lunch, passport photos for me as I’m running out of time to get an ID card for Glasto and another trip into the bank to take money from The Boy’s book account to pay directly into my credit card as his telly blew yesterday.

Now I know that isn’t a lot, I know that, actually, that’s a pretty easy day, but I’m getting sick of it all.  I’m fed up with organising anything and everything, I’m totally stressing about money, I was stressed all yesterday in case he ‘blew’ his new telly because of some miss-wiring in his computer (he built it and so far all is well) and, because I’m stressed, my brain keeps returning to the dreaded renewal of DLA which still hasn’t dropped through my door yet! Aaargh! I’m beginning to feel like those kids at school that, by the middle of July, are just desperate for the term to end and the summer holidays to begin. I want it all to stop!

I’m wondering if I’m depressed again; symptoms like being tired, erratic sleeping, feeling brain dead, not wanting to face things, etc are here again.  But, I do want to go out, even if it is mainly by myself. I do want to get dressed and take care of myself so I don’t think I’m depressed.  I’m just anxious.  I’m just stressed.  Hence the title of this blog; Anxiety vs Depression: What’s the Difference?  I must look into it!


Cya

Wednesday 20 May 2015

FEELING DISCONNECTED!


Hi all, sorry not written, it's been a weird couple of weeks with regard to the virtual world.  I avoided as much as I could the week after the election due to my total disbelief that the Torys got in and the subsequent panic attacks and depression that followed.  I wanted to distance myself from everyone's anger, posts, comments, worries and outrage as I was feeling very delicate myself and didn't want to spiral and I certainly didn't want to blog in that state as I felt I'd done all that already.

A few weeks on and there is still disbelief and outrage on places like Facebook, but I'm now in that state of mind that it's a bit like closing the gate after the horse has bolted.  I know all of those that are still raging didn't vote them in, but enough now please.  It's happened!  Apart from assasination and/or attempting to do our bit by signed petitions, there really isn't anything we can do about it now and, to be honest, assasination won't help as another bugger from the same party will just step up. We had our say and others voted wrongly, whether by choice or tactical voting, they are in and we have to deal with it.  So please, please stop posting.  Please, please can we have something more positive, something uplifting, something funny to brighten the dark days that we now have to endure for the next 5 years.  Yes, sorry to remind you, but we have 5 more years of this and I dread to think about what the state of this country will be in by the end of it.

I've withdrawn a bit for the moment.  I'm not in the mood to socialise and I'm trying desparately to get everything paid off or necessities bought before the dreaded day when my money will, probably, stop.  Perhaps I'm just practicing ;-)  I do have a few things with my son planned and I do have Glastonbury to look forward to, luckily paid now and, after kind donations at Xmas and up and coming birthday, I should have some spending money (even if it's only enough to feed myself and provide myself with tea), but I must admit that in my head, the calendar stops at the end of July.  After that I'm in no man's land with regard to plans, money, my son's education, etc.  Won't know until at least then if we are safe for another year or we're holed up indoors for the next however many until either he's old enough and confident enough and able to get himself a job and/or I am capable of finding one that fits in with my pain threshold.

STOP!  I'm off again and that isn't what I'm supposed to be doing.

Decided I'm just going to add some photos that cheer me up and start to do what I want other's to do - be a bit more positive.

My gorgeous kids and grandchild with The Gruffalo

A lucky spot whilst at Fort Horsted

Cheeky Chappy at Heligan

Me and my longest known mates at Hever

Pig!  Just because

Plate spinning (yes I really was)

Natural History Museum Butterflies

Sweet little things, cunningly hidden

Cya

Friday 1 May 2015

BLACK CLOUDS ARE HOVERING

Funny old week.  Been up and down with energy levels and mental capacity to deal with stuff.  Have cancelled a couple of nights out partly due to not feeling up to it, but also because I have a few big days out planned this month and need to prioritise my 'wants' in comparison to my money situation.  But, overall, it's not been too bad.

Anything upset me this week? Hmm, not really, although some things have made me raise questions in my own head.

I have to admit I've been keeping my head down, so no watching of news, not really checked into Facebook that much and when I have, I've skipped over things that I knew would either upset me, anger me or appall me.  Is that bad?

I hate people who bury their head in the sand, but I've done exactly that this week so I'm now wondering if it's a bad thing or not.  I think on a permanent basis it is, but every now and then I think it's probably an essential thing to do for your own sanity.  I've got a lot of issues going on at the moment which are pretty close to home, so, although what is going on abroad is upsetting, I'm not up to dealing with apart from the odd campaign which is easy to sign.

Ok, I'm going to admit it, I'm scared!  Callum's DLA comes up for renewal in a couple of months as he's 16.  Not only that, but PIP is coming into affect and I'm not sure if it will be in our area when the renewal comes up.  I don't understand PIP and I don't like things that I don't understand.  Need to make an appointment with Kent Autistic Trust and hopefully they will be able to enlighten me.  He currently gets enough DLA for me to claim Carers Allowance (which I've always found strange as I'm his mum and I'd care for him anyway; doesn't matter how many times people say "but you have extra to deal with" or "you'll have more difficulty finding work to fit around him", etc and with regard to the second one I have found that to be entirely true and even worse now that we home educate). That means that I currenly have approximately £550 a month coming into the house.  That covers all his home education including his trampolining classes, maths tutor, books, online courses, social engagements, etc.  It also covers his sensitivity issues with regard to clothing, his glasses (although he is under NHS at the moment, it doesn't cover the polarisation he needs because of his optical migraines), my mobile bill, my loan (times got stupidly out of sorts a few years back), my clothing, our haircuts, days out when we really need a break, my life insurance, my osteopath for my tilted pelvis, his investment account (he really wants to learn to drive so we took out a investment account to save for lessons and hopefully a small, second hand car), a small part of the TV licence and the TV bill as he has his own Tivo box and various other little things like the odd Subway, his Xbox magazine, etc (which I don't begrudge him as other kids probably get the same sort of thing).  If this money stops we'll have nothing, so no treats, no clothes, no money for specialist stuff, no trampolining, no social engagements and the TV will have to go.

Now I know that some of those things aren't essential, ie, the TV and his own box.  I.e. social time although some people in the know re Autism will argue (rightly so) that socialisation for ASD kids is essential for learning how to deal with the outside world which is so scary for them in the first place and neural typical kids need socialisation.  They must do as it's the first thing that anyone, even authorities, ask me about when I mention home education; first thing, not education plans; socialisation plans - honestly.

He'll have to stop trampolining and that is a shame as he has done so well and loves it so much and it's the only physical thing he really does apart from walking.

Lord alone knows how I'll pay for things like clothing and glasses and his maths teacher will be out of the question.

Then there's me.  How will I pay off the loan?  I'll have to give up my phone. My life insurance will have to be cancelled. I'll not be able to have osteopathy treatment so I'll be in constant pain and they'll be no breaks for me when I need them, so depression will spiral.

What about my partner I hear you ask?  Well, although he earns what the government thinks is over and above what we need, ie, we aren't entitled to Tax Credit (he's just over the limit even with the disability bit), he's in debt, so he doesn't have much left over at the end of the month once he's paid out for the mortgage, contents and building insurance, his own life insurance, debt, food and the money he gives me for utilities as they are all in my name.

It's infuriating to know that on paper we are ok, but in reality we aren't!  I'm scared stiff of losing the money as my situation won't change.  Callum won't miraculously not have Asperger, his issues won't disappear overnight just because we aren't receiving benefits, my hip won't just put itself back and stay there, I won't stop suffering from pain or depression.  And I certainly won't be able to jump into a job that pays what I will lose, still be able to home educate and who will let me stay at home at the drop of a hat because my son has had a meltdown or because I can't move due to pain.

There are a lot of people in my position, some of them in worse positions than me with either more complicated health issues or with people that they care about who are far worse than Callum, but the government just doesn't seem to care!  They don't see the lives that are led, the worries that we have or the day to day problems that we encounter.  All they see is the money that they will save or think they will save as in the long run they'll be paying out for more hospital visits by me as my physical and mental health deteriorates as will Callum's.  They don't see the savings they are already making by not paying for outside care that we Carer's are doing ourselves (and believe me it'll cost them a lot more than the 60 odd quid a week that they pay us in allowances).

I often think that if I actually split up from my partner, go and live in rental accommodation and claim benefits I'd either be better off or, at least, not worse off which is an awful thing to think, but when I see people who are on benefits with they huge TVs, their holidays, their kids in designer clothes with the latest technology in their pockets, I can't help but think WTF is going on?  I know that not all people on benefits are like that, but it is certainly portrayed that way in the media.

We are just an ordinary family.  I'm a stay at home mum who cares for her child with problems.  My partner works hard and continues to work no matter how shitty the job is.  We don't have holidays; we can't afford them.  Our house is falling apart, but we can't afford to fix it without getting into more debt.  And now, I'm living under the blackest cloud of losing a huge chunk of money that truely does just get us by each month just because some idiot who knows nothing about us thinks we may not deserve it anymore.

Good times had with simple things and good friends - no technology required.

Rant over!  Off to drown myself in a cup of tea.
Cya