Another Outing & Feeling Torn...

Out for Sunday dinner with sister & cousins

Third proper outing in the past month or so. At first we ummed and ahed about whether to take Chrissy with us as she woke up on Sunday in such an unsettled mood. Feeling torn is part of being Chrissy's mum. It's hard to know what to do for the best because she is so unpredictable.

The day got off to a difficult start. Chrissy was shouty & repetitive as I was getting her dressed, she then blundered into Alex's room and woke her up. Result one very stroppy Alex, who'd been up until 4am lesson planning for her new teaching job. 'If you take Chrissy I'm not going,' she announced.

'No, we'll drop her back.' I was hedging my bets. I planned to make up my mind once we got nearer the restaurant. Chrissy's ATU was very close by so we could do a detour if necessary.

On the journey there, Chrissy obsessed non-stop about food. We tried all the tricks, getting her to repeat our answers back: 'What did we say Chrissy?' Signing zip it up & 'yes' instead of giving verbal feedback & so on. Nothing worked but optimism prevailed. We owe it to Chrissy to keep taking chances on her and I banish memories of previous disasters. Onwards and upwards!

Our table was perfectly positioned in its own room. It wasn't completely private - people could walk through it to the garden - but it was a handy escape route for us too! I prayed that sausages, Chrissy's favourite, would be on the menu & that somehow we could get her to wait without kicking off. Ian was a star - he drew sausages, wrote s-a-u-s-a-g-e-s & got her to copy it, & asked Chrissy what she would be eating with her sausages. 'Is it tomato sauce?' 'Is it mashed potatoes and gravy?' A diet coke with two straws and no ice was duly served to Chrissy. She eyed it warily because it wasn't in her usual bottle or cup, and we breathed a sigh of relief when she accepted it, topped up with water, just as she always likes it.

During the wait for food, Chrissy grew increasingly curious about what was going on around her. She introduced herself to her reflection in a mirror on the wall above the table, then, clapping, flapping and talking at the top of her voice, she made her way, like a galleon in full sail, towards the main dining area. There was no stopping her so I grabbed her hand and managed to steer her past the bar and other dinners to the loo, then back again to her seat. People politely pretended not to stare and I politely pretended not to notice.

Ian then managed to divert Chrissy outside and I left him to it. Sometimes Chrissy can be overwhelmed by two people talking to her and directing her. After 10 minutes I went to check everything was ok and found Ian patiently pushing her on a very sturdy swing in the garden. The expression on her face was beatific. She was the most relaxed I'd seen her all day. Another item on the 'shopping list' for Chrissy's new home.



After dinner Chrissy nagged obsessively about pudding. After pudding it was 'I want sandwiches' but we got through it all without mishap and, although Chrissy's mood wasn't as good as it can be, she enjoyed her meal out. As Alex says 'it's like she was about to kick off but somehow she never did.'

Then came the part that tugged at my heartstrings. We took her back to the ATU and her face crumpled. 'I want to come home,' she sobbed. Tasha, a carer she really likes sat with her for a while & managed to distract her with a picture book. Then Chrissy called out 'bye!' to us quite happily.

I was told that she had been crying to come home in the week too. This is another effect of Chrissy waking up after medication changes. She knows all too well what she wants and she's telling us loud and clear. I can't put into words how torn & guilty I feel over this & I wouldn't mind betting that many other mums in my situation feel the same. I rationalise it by telling myself that she's an adult and most people her age live independently anyway but she's like a toddler - so terribly vulnerable; Ian reminds me that one day we'll no longer be around, so she needs to get used to living away from home; I remember how hard it was to let go when I first had to accept that we could no longer cope. It gets easier but the ache never goes away. You just have to find a way to live with it.


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Living without a Diagnosis

I wrote this piece for Women's Realm when Chrissy was 12....

Chrissy is mad about music. Last summer the whole family went to our local fete in Hemel Hempstead where a brass band was playing. Before I knew it, Chrissy had barged past the conductor and was conducting the band herself! Fortunately the musicians found it highly amusing.

This eccentric, endearing behaviour is typical of Chrissy, who finds it impossible not to start dancing if we go into a shop with background muusic. She has moderate to severe learning disabilities but I don't know the exact nature of her problems. I've never been told what to expect from her in the future, and, hardest of all for me to come to terms with is the fact that she's never had a diagnosis.

I've battled through some tough years and I know there'll be more obstacles ahead, but I've learned to enjoy Chrissy's cheerful, funny manner and to live with her violent tantrums and obsessive behaviour.

When Chrissy was born, 10 days late, there was no indication that anything was wrong. My husband and I were thrilled with our first-born. We used to call her our 'air-traffic controller' because she waved her arms so vigorously.

The first signs that something might be wrong were feeding difficulties, poor weight gain and a general floppiness. Because I was an inexperienced first-time mum, I wasn't sure what was 'normal,' but I gradually realised that something wasn't right. I was gripped by a terrible anxiety and would be awake at night wondering what it could be. Every time I talked to my husband about it, we argued, and he made me feel that I was wishing problems on Chrissy. My mum agreed that something might be wrong, though she said my sister, brother and I were all late developers. My brother didn't walk until he was 18 months old and went on to read history at Oxford University!

When I look back over the early, bewildering times, I wonder if I would have enjoyed Chrissy more if I had expected less of her. I spent ages coaxing her to do what other babies did naturally - to reach out and touch a toy, or eat something. I couldn't help comparing her to other babies around the same age who were larger and more forward than her.

After a health visitor noticed Chrissy's poor head control, she was referred to a paediatrician. By then she'd started to have epileptic seizures so she was sent for a brain scan. We were told it was normal and that Chrissy was a delayed developer. When I asked questions I felt that I was being dismissed as a neurotic first-time mum.

Whenever Chrissy was admitted to hospital with her uncontrollable seizures, I'd sneak a look at her notes, wondering if they contained clues as to what doctors suspected was wrong. I remember reading one note by Chrissy's paediatrician: 'Mrs Gregory came to see me, worried as usual. Asked again if her daughter was handicapped.'

I went through a sort of grieving process. Sometimes I felt angry; at other times I would cry myself to sleep. I began to read books to try to diagnose Chrissy myself. I read one book about a family coming to terms with having a baby with Down's Syndrome, and began to think how different it must feel to have a label given to your child early on - but then I realised that many children with recognised syndromes don't follow a guaranteed pattern of development. Some children with Down's Syndrome have profound learning disabilities with life-limiting health problems while others are very able and healthy. It was some comfort to learn that, for about 40 per cent of children with learning disabilities there is no known cause or name for their set of symptoms.

After much persistence on my part, Chrissy was referred to the Great Ormond Street Genetics Clinic when she was nearly two. The geneticists tried to answer every question I had and gave the impression that they had all the time in the world for us. Every inch of Chrissy's body was examined, and all abnormalities, such as her weak muscle tone and short stature, were logged into a central computer to see if they were indicative of a certain genetic condition.

Two syndromes were suggested as possibilities but chromosome tests were needed. I looked through medical books and couldn't see how her particular characteristics fitted either syndrome and, in due course, we were were told that Chrissy's chromosomes were normal.

My search for answers continued. We were seen about every four years at the genetics clinic. One geneticist thought Chrissy was similar to children he'd seen with something called Smith-Magenis Syndrome. When I read more about these children I thought I'd finally found out what was wrong - Chrissy shared so many similarities with them, such as prolonged periods of distress and her way of flapping and clasping her hands in a strange manner - but the tests showed that Chrissy didn't have the characteristic deletion on a chromosome that's associated with Smith-Magenis Syndrome.

At this point, I stopped searching for answers. I saw how fruitless it was to be so fixated on the idea of a diagnosis - after all, we'd already learned to accept Chrissy's problems and love her as she is.

Our day-to-day life can sometimes be fraught. It's difficult for us to go out as a family because Chrissy finds new environments unsettling. Sometimes I dread taking her out on a routine outing - say to buy her new shoes - because her behaviour can be so unpredictable, and her siblings get upset when Chrissy barges into their rooms uninvited or breaks their possessions. As she grows older her outbursts become more difficult to manage. She still has prolonged periods of distress with no apparent cause. We call them her 'screamings' and they can last for over two hours. Sometimes she'll have two or three in one day and will deliberately harm herself. No one can tell me why she behaves like this and, although I've dealt with them for years, they still upset me.

Yet, despite the challenges Chrissy's brought us, she has shown us a unique way of looking at the world. I love it when I see Chrissy sitting with Alex or Jamie, singing along to music tapes, or when she copies people's facial expressions or says something to make us laugh. Whatever her problems, we're very lucky to have Chrissy as part of our family.



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Can children Grow out of Autism?

Chrissy, far left, aged 11, with siblings, Jamie, 9 and Alex, 6

Did you read the Daily Mail story 'Can some children simply 'grow out of autism?' http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2103940/Autism-Can-children-simply-grow-One-mother-tells-sons-life-transformed.html I was irritated and perplexed by it, not least because it wasn't made clear whether Josh, the nine-year old in the story, who was diagnosed at three, still had a diagnosis of autism!

I was interested to see a piece on the NHS Choices website describing the Mail's claim as 'misleading' and offering a 'false impression to the parents of children with autism:' http://www.nhs.uk/news/2012/02February/Pages/children-grow-out-of-autism-claim.aspx

I suspect most cases of a child 'growing out' of autism are in fact initial misdiagnosis, perhaps made too early before the picture becomes clearer. Other overlapping conditions, such as developmental delay, can cause similar symptoms and diagnostic overshadowing. I'm not convinced by the early interventions argument. Although early interventions can improve problems associated with autism they can't cure it. In our experience identifying signs of autism can be open to interpretation and its diagnostic criteria has widened over the years. Is it being diagnosed too readily these days?

Far from growing out of autism, Chrissy appeared to grow into it! Autism was first mentioned by her speech therapist when she was four, who said that although she had very few words that she used 'parrot-fashion' like someone with autism, she used imagination when playing with a doll. (I think she brushed the doll's hair or spoke to it.) Another doctor described Chrissy as 'unautistic' because she was social and affectionate - the very opposite of the withdrawn and isolated child in a world of her own that used to be considered 'classic' autism. In fact, a paediatrician told us: 'Your daughter can't be autistic because autistic children don't speak.'

As I've explained here before, years later when Chrissy was 22, her psychologist diagnosed her with a form of autism classified as 'active but odd,' a diagnosis confirmed by Lorna Wing, MD, Psychiatric Consultant at the National Autistic Society, who checked the psychologist's extensive report. In 2010, a consultant psychiatrist from The Maudsley Hopsital's Autism Assessment Clinic confirmed the presence of autism from an early age after reviewing old videos of Chrissy. He noted her odd postures and facial expressions, and how she flapped her hands in front of her face even at six.

Looking back, Chrissy's autistic traits have waxed and waned over the years. When she was little she often appeared to ignore us when we spoke to her, but we put it down to her severe glue ear, then everything was attributed to her developmental delay. She's always had obsessive/compulsive traits - lots of verbal repetition and switching lights on and off - but taken alone they didn't signify an autism spectrum disorder. Her severe outbursts weren't triggered by changes in routine or anything else that seemed particularly autistic, but her problems with small daily transitions appeared to get worse as she grew older.

Around the time the photo on here was taken, she was going through a phase of turning everything round the wrong way and upside down in her bedroom but that's long since passed. Her over-friendliness has confused the picture in the past but it's now on the wide spectrum of socially inappropriate behaviour that people with autism display. I remember watching Rain Man for the first time back in the eighties when it first came out. I enjoyed the film then but didn't associate Raymond's problems with Chrissy's but each time I've seen it since the parallels are so obvious I keep gasping: 'Oh my God - that's Chrissy!'

These days, Chrissy has frequent spells of very autistic jumping up and down, flapping and screeching but not all the time thank God! Maybe some of these behaviours were always there but less noticeable in a small person but I do think Chrissy is less able to adapt to her environment than when she was little. She was more flexible and reslient then. Maybe she had to be because we didn't know what was wrong and expected her to fit in with the rest of the family. As she grew bigger the tables slowly turned and she either grew into autism or we were no longer able to resist its awesome power!


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Letting Go: When Love Isn't Enough

Chrissy aged 14 with a favourite teaching assistant, Geraldine, at St Elizabeth's School

13 years ago I came to a crossroads. I could no longer manage Chrissy at home but how could I bear to part with her?

The first stage of the letting go process – accepting that I couldn’t care for Chrissy unsupported by community-based services – was respite care. She was only 7, and Ian and I decided to go on a family holiday without her. When I told a friend, she was shocked. “Chrissy’s your flesh and blood - how can you leave her behind?” she asked. Ian didn’t mince words in justifying our decision. We desperately needed a break and previous holidays with Chrissy had been disastrous. Holidays and special occasions can be purgatory for children with learning disabilities that struggle with routine changes, and there was no point in putting Chrissy, her two younger siblings or ourselves through what would be another ordeal. She could stay in respite for the week, which she enjoyed. I was discovering that tough compromises had to be made in order for us to function as a family.

When respite services were first offered I was at breaking point emotionally but felt like a bad parent because I couldn’t cope. The needs of my two younger children also had to be taken into account; having a disabled sister had forced them to grow up too quickly. When I’d had them I had no idea that Chrissy’s difficulties were so severe. I thought she’d just be a bit ‘slow’ and grow out of her outbursts like a toddler grows out of the terrible twos. The only person that suffered during the letting go process was me! Chrissy loved the respite centre on her first visit. It was full of friendly, cheerful staff, play equipment and toys. She didn’t want to leave.

Respite care became our lifeline. Mum was the only family member nearby, and she did her best to help, but she had my dad to care for, who had premature Alzheimer’s.

The introduction of behavioural strategies when Chrissy was 10 helped me to feel more in control and manage her better day-to-day but the self-injurious outbursts continued. It was as if she was in torment, in the grip of something she desperately wanted to control but couldn’t. Her doctors prescribed powerful sedatives and all carers, including us, were taught physical restraint. It sounds extreme but it was preferable to leaving her to her own devices. The anti-psychotic medications they prescribed sometimes had paradoxical effects and caused extreme agitation or nasty side-effects. Ironically, the use of chemical coshes was something I’d feared would happen if she went into residential care, yet here we were sanctioning its use at home.

Guilt and anxiety engulfed me – I beat myself up for everything I couldn’t do to help Chrissy and lost confidence in my parenting abilities. I persisted in trying to make her life as ‘normal’ as possible by including her in family activities and outings. We had some lovely times but, more often than not, outings ended in mayhem. Chrissy's SLD school was struggling to manage her outbursts too and an agency providing home carers during school holidays was concerned about them getting hurt. Something had to give.

The obvious solution was residential school but I felt torn. Chrissy was still like a toddler, and very dependent on me. I feared she’d be neglected or miss us terribly, but for her to suffer abuse like the disabled adults in BBC’s Panorama programme, ‘Undercover Care,’ was beyond my worst nightmare. Then I wondered: "Am I denying her a better life? Maybe she'll thrive in a more structured environment. Surely it’s better that she gradually gets used to residential care now rather than when we die or are too old, or ill, to cope?"

When Chrissy was 14 her life changed for the better. A new drug regime transformed her behaviour and we found a very special termly boarding school http://www.stelizabeths.org.uk/schooldefaulthome, a tranquil gem tucked away in the Hertfordshire countryside, I only wished we'd discovered it earlier. I was excited about what they could offer Chrissy. The pupils looked happy and cared for, and many had complex needs like Chrissy. Their on-site healthcare team could monitor her epilepsy closely and she would return home for weekends and school holidays.

Despite my optimism, I felt bereft when Chrissy first left, and wept at the sight of her empty bedroom – but my fears were unfounded; she never forgot who we were and always quivered with joy each time she saw us again. She was happy to return to St Elizabeth’s after visits home, and having time apart made me enjoy the good times we had with her more.

When Chrissy left school at 18 I accepted that adult residential care was the best option for her. We found a lovely care home 30 minutes’ drive away, and Chrissy was their first resident. Her carers spent time with us at home getting to know Chrissy’s needs and supported her to go out and about in the community.

Unfortunately, four years later Chrissy’s medication was changed due to a life-threatening adverse reaction. Her self-injurious outbursts intensified and couldn’t be stabilised with medications that her psychiatrists prescribed. Two residential placements broke down when they could no longer cope with her challenging behaviour.

Since January 2010 Chrissy has been in a privately-run therapeutic unit to stabilise her behaviour with medication and psychological approaches. She will remain there until she is stable enough to move into a bespoke service, which is still in its planning stages. Living in a hospital ward, no matter how homely they try to make it, is far from ideal. Many residential services claim to specialise in autism but struggle to offer sufficient staff training, structured routine, continuity of care and a person-centred environment.

As Chrissy’s mum, I feel no one can look after my fragile daughter like I can. She’s a hefty 12 ½ stone due to her medications but, in my recurring dreams about keeping her safe, she’s tiny, like the child she’ll always be in my eyes.

Other parents may manage to care full-time for their disabled children at home but some are harder to care for than others. I need all my strength to fight battles on Chrissy’s behalf, which is what I’ve had to do all her life. I do all her washing, still have her home every weekend, and move mountains to enable her to attend family events and celebrations. I leave no stone unturned in ensuring Chrissy gets the best possible care and, when things go wrong, righting them becomes a full-time job. I still fantasise about having her home full-time. Then I’m brought back to earth with a bump after a particularly challenging home visit.

Over the years, each time I’ve let Chrissy go a little – the first night in respite care, the first MENCAP holiday, then on to boarding school and full-time residential care, it’s been gut-wrenching but when I look back, I recognise that I’ve made the right decisions for Chrissy and my family. Her outbursts are so violent and unpredictable, and her needs so complex that it would be impossible to care for her at home.




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Small Steps - A #Special Saturday Post

Over the past few weeks Chrissy's affairs have taken precedence over everything else - but it's been worthwhile.

I had a positive meeting with her new psychiatrist & was very impressed that he'd taken the time to read this blog! He referred to incidents I'd written about & it was clear he'd researched her chromosome disorder. He was open-minded and interested in exploring causes of the more intense clusters of self-injurious behaviours for which no environmental trigger has been identified. As Chrissy had settled down after a difficult month, he decided to withdraw the last 15mg of her Topiramate while introducing Pregabalin. I don't know if that's why we had such a challenging time with her. Her last spell of horrendous behaviour coincided with Topiramate withdrawal & it was similarly intense here yesterday. Her diva-ish behaviour has been off the scale - she's been moaning, obsessive, demanding & irritable. We did have a lovely cuddle with her on the settee while we watched Come Dine With Me but had to hold both her hands the whole time, effectively handcuffing us to her. A great way of getting our individed attention! She then kicked off again later & wouldn't go to bed until after midnight.

I'm worried about how Chrissy will cope at Xmas, particularly as last year was so awful. She will obviously be here with us on Xmas Day, as she's always been, but when more of the family visit on the 28th it could be apocalyptic. Her stripping is particularly difficult to manage when there are young men & children around, as you can imagine!

Anyway, on a different note, another positive outcome came from the 1st stage of our appeal process re the long-standing funding dispute between the local authority & NHS trust. The dispute has caused a number of problems that I can't elaborate on publicly at the moment but our biggest recent concern was that no one was taking care management responsibility. We need to plan for Chrissy's discharge from hospital & the type of 'bespoke service' she needs may, according to estimates from the Challenging Behaviour Foundation, take about 12-18 months to organise. So, although she needs to stay in hospital until meds changes are completed, we need to start planning now.

At our appeal meeting the NHS trust admitted to 'horrendous' errors in the healthcare assessment process, & offered to start from scratch with a retrospective assessment. This means combing through Chrissy's records from the past three years. I was advised that to see those records, I'd have to apply to the Court of Protection for Deputyship, which puts my responsibilities for Chrissy on a more legal footing. I filled in all the forms, so I could make decisions re property as well as health & welfare, as she may end up with a home of her own. The forms are tedious & repetitive, & took me nearly a day to complete but they're done now. I'm sure it will be worth it in the long run!



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Communication - a #SpecialSaturday post

Ineffectively met communication needs are triggers for challenging behaviours. We use communication strategies akin to those suggested by The Challenging Behaviour Foundation and Jill Bradshaw at the Tizard Centre, who both kindly allowed me to use their ideas in my book 'Bringing Up a Challenging Child at Home.'

Positive statements about what a child is going to do are much clearer than telling them what they're not going to do. For example, if we say to Chrissy 'You're not going in the car, she only hears 'Chrissy' and 'car,' and gets distressed when she realises she will have to walk. The message would have been clearer to her if we'd told her what she was going to do: "Chrissy, you're going for a walk."

Abstract concepts are particularly difficult to understand. If I ask Chrissy what she's been doing that day she can't tell me. If I ask her what colour top I'm wearing, particularly if I point to it, she answers me correctly. Her verbal communication is misleading. She is able to understand simple phrases and use learned 'parrot fashion' phrases in context - called social masking.

Much of Chrissy's communication is stream of consciousness observations. She was sitting next to me earlier and looking around the room. "It's a mirror," she observed. Then answered herself with: "It certainly is." She began to list what she saw. "It's a yellow flower and trainers and brown. Home. Brilliant." *Thumbs up sign* She then turned to Ian, my husband, and asked: "You fine Ian?" "Say yes!" *Sign for yes.*

Chrissy can follow simple instructions involving up to two named objects, ie 'put your cup on the table.' Her expressive communication is limited. She can’t tell you if she feels hot, cold, hungry or sad, and will use behaviour rather than words to express her emotional needs. We use a combination of verbal, basic Makaton sign language and symbol aids to help her move through her day. Using communication strategies are crucial to help her to stay calm and they have to be adapted according to her mood. It's draining when she repeats the same question endlessly, and demands a specfic response each time - but fantastically rewarding when she deviates from her learned phrases and makes a meaningful attempt to communicate with us.




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#Special Saturday - Christmas Gifts

Now Chrissy is engaging more with activities I am choosing Xmas gifts with particular care. She can be destructive so needs close supervision with anything breakable, like her laptop & portable DVD player. I have bought her the Snowman DVD again, which she loves. I buy at least one a year because it wears out or gets broken. Chrissy plays it over & over, & never tires of it. This year I'm trying out DVDs that have similar animations - Father Xmas & The Bear. Chrissy loves anything Xmas-themed & DVDs with lots of singing, dancing & colour.

Greatest hits include:
Makaton Nursery Rhymes hosted by Dave Benson Phillips; portable keyboard; a colourful 'speaking' parrot & Teddy Ruxpin - another speaking toy; a personalised video that features your child as the star in a cartoon; a small Xmas tree that dances to music; pop-up books with sounds; Vtech toy laptop; Leapfrog reading system; portable DVD player; CDroms like Reader Rabbit; bubbles; a brand new Argos catalogue!

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#Special Saturday - How does having a child with additional needs affect your family?

It all started so well...

I asked my youngest daughter, Alex, how she felt her life had been affected by having Chrissy as a sibling. She shrugged & said: 'I've never known any different.' She agreed that it had forced her and her brother to grow up too quickly and take on responsibilities beyond their years. Many instances that illustrate this are in my book 'Bringing Up a Challenging Child at Home.'

I felt guilty about having two more children when Chrissy was so demanding but I had no idea how severe her needs would be - caring for her got more challenging as she grew older & bigger. You expect toddlers to be a handful but Chrissy never grew out of that stage. Living with her extreme, unpredictable, violent mood swings day after day took its toll on everyone. Her siblings had to take second & third place & no child should have to do that. I've had to dig very deep in order to cope, & I've no doubt her siblings & my husband have too.

We’ve always tried to involve her in family activities and do things that typical families do but it's a gamble. You can't predict how she'll react. Many family outings have been cut short due to Chrissy's unpredictable outbursts but we have had some resounding successes, although admittedly not recently.

What happened at the weekend gives a snapshot of how Chrissy’s needs affect family life. She was in a jolly mood & we’d seen none of the major SIB of the past few weeks. She was engaging with activities we did with her, & was very inquisitive and chatty, delighted to have Alex around, who was home from university. On Friday evening, as I sat holding Chrissy's hand, I felt a gentle caress on my thumb. I looked at her in amazement and she was smiling benevolently at me! Chrissy hugs me but she's never caressed me before. On Saturday morning someone called round selling poppies for Remembrance Day. 'Which one would you like?' the seller asked. ‘A chocolate one,' said Chrissy, making us roar with laughter.

The signs were good and it was such a beautiful autumn morning, I decided to take Chrissy to the village shop, about 1/4 mile away. The photo shows Chrissy just after we'd set off. She seemed happy enough walking alongside me but kept asking 'are we having sandwiches for lunch' & swapping which of my hands she held. Halfway there, she got so obsessed by swapping hands, we got stuck. I tried to turn back but it was already too late - she threw herself on the pavement screaming & rubbing her nose until it bled. My stomach was in knots as I feared she'd strip off. I called Ian & he brought the car round to rescue us.

I shouldn't have risked it really but I still get fooled when Chrissy is calm. If I stopped trying to take her out I’d be giving up on her. Episodes like this remind me of the difficulties of balancing family life with Chrissy’s needs when she lived with us - but, as Alex says, we never knew any different.


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Getting our daughter back..

After the sudden move, I'd lost confidence in the quality of care Chrissy had been receiving. Doesn't take much. Trust had been shaken so many times by past events pre-hospitalisation. However, today, after a care programme approach meeting, my confidence was restored & my fears allayed. The meeeting was very well-planned & well-attended. I was impressed & moved by the obvious affection hospital staff had for Chrissy. It was clear that all attendees wanted the best for her & several health professionals said how much they enjoy working with her. One of her nurses added that they had all learned so much from Chrissy. I can't tell you how good it felt to hear that. We still learn so much from Chrissy too! I know how exhausting Chrissy can be but it's wonderful to hear that I'm not the only one who sees the rewards. The professionalism & attention to detail by the medical team in preparing their report was second-to-none. It's in stark contrast to all the meetings we used to have pre-hospitalisation with hidden funding agendas where Chrissy's healthcare needs were denied. I won't let it lie. There are too many vulnerable adults out there, with complex needs, like Chrissy, who don't have anyone to fight for them.

After the meeting we met with the CEO to discuss the problematic move. He was open & apologetic about what had gone wrong. I feel reassured that lessons have been learned, & this incident will not be repeated. I was reminded today how far Chrissy has come since she was first admitted in January 2010. We still have blips (xmas!) & there is still lots more work to be done but we are seeing light at the end of the tunnel. Chrissy is coming back to us...