Predictably Unpredictable

Whenever anyone asks me to summarise what it's like living with a complex needs child, I always know exactly what to say. Predictably unpredictable. Essentially, the only thing we know for sure is that we have fuck all clue about what happens next. And this pans out on a number of levels.

At home, we have no idea how B will behave from one moment to another. It's a real struggle to put into words the utter chaos that causes without sounding completely hyperbolic. The nearest I can get to an (entirely non-pc) description is it's like having a big, non-verbal toddler on crack. But even then we're barely close.

Hands up parents who remember that helicopter phase? You know, the bit of life where you can literally do nothing for fear of your small person completely trashing your house, themselves, or some other child in the vicinity in the three seconds it takes you to express pee the bladderful you've been hopping about with all bloody day? I remember those days well. …

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Learning to Eat Lemons

So I was reminded recently of that trite little positivity pearl we’ve probably all heard slip out of the mouth of a well-meaning friend or five in times of need; ‘When life gives you lemons, learn to make lemonade.’ Personally, I prefer to grab the tequila and salt and get completely fucked, but that’s hardly my point. My point is this. I call bullshit. Some things will always leave a bitter taste, no matter how much we try and sugar coat them. Essentially, some situations just suck. Period. Of course it would be lovely if we could transform all our shit into sparkly unicorn magic through the sheer power of positive thinking, but hey guys, newsflash. Sometimes it all goes tits up. Sometime’s life’s not fair. And sometimes there’s fuck all you can do about it.
Right now stuff is tough. It feels like I mainly exist to manage situations outside of my control. I’m at the mercy of strangers to ensure the care package we have for B continues at the rate it does, and after two months (yep…