Friday, 28 October 2011

#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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Friday, 21 October 2011

#Special Saturday Post: What My Daughter's Special Needs Are


Chrissy's magic hands

Chrissy's special needs are complex with moderate to severe learning disabilities, epilepsy, a rare chromsome disorder and challenging behaviour.

These labels gradually crept up on us. There was no defining moment when a doctor sat me down and told me that there was something wrong with my child, let alone what was wrong.

When Chrissy was born weighing 7 lb 6 oz after a straightforward first pregnancy and a long induced labour, I was bursting with pride - awed at the part I'd played in creating something so perfect. Friends and family agreed that she was one of the most flawless and alert-looking newborns they had ever seen. I called her my 'air traffic controller' because her hands waved around energetically whenever she was awake. Her brown eyes were bright and wide open as they gazed into mine.

We spent six days in hospital - standard for first babies then. Chrissy's suck was weak and she didn't feed well. Her weight dropped to under 6 lbs. Medical staff kept an eye on her but they weren't unduly concerned. Once home, Chrissy was a placid, sleepy baby. She failed to thrive and vomited up most of her feeds. She was noticeably floppy compared to other babies of a similar age. Concerned about her poor head control, her health visitor referred her to a paediatrician. I had no idea how significant these early signs were - just a slow, chilling realisation that this wasn't how things should be. I was 23 then and didn't know what had hit me.

Chrissy was late with all her developmental milestones and didn't walk until she was 22 months. Speech came slowly too but we put it down to glue ear - she had recurrent ear infections. I was told that Chrissy had 'developmental delay' but I assumed she'd catch up. She had her first seizure at 10 months, diagnosed as a febrile convulsion, then started having seizures without a temperature. Epilepsy was diagnosed when she was a year old.

Chrissy's behaviour was a big concern from infancy. She was an absolutely delightful, sunny-natured baby, but even then, she had intermittent prolonged screaming outbursts. Our GP put it down to colic, although Chrissy stiffened and arched backwards rather than drawing her knees up to her stomach. These screaming bouts have continued ever since, varying in intensity and nature. As soon as she was mobile, the screaming was accompanied by head-banging, then other types of self-injury as she grew older. She only ate a limited range of foods, and they had to be smooth as she had problems with chewing.

I was desperate for answers and wondered if something had happened during birth - my induced labour was long and difficult but there were no obvious complications. Her doctors weren't able to give me any answers. As of course there was no internet then, I scoured the local library for information, but I drew blanks. Brain scans and, later on, genetic tests, were all clear. Chrissy didn't look as if anything was wrong until she was about six although she was tiny and looked younger than her chronological age. Autism was ruled out. 'Autistic people don't speak,' her doctor said. A speech therapist described her speech as 'parrot-fashion' but said Chrissy was 'unautistic.'

When Chrissy was 15, I started writing my book 'Bringing Up a Challenging Child at Home: When Love Isn't Enough.' http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bringing-Challenging-Child-Home-Enough/dp/1853028746/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1319238962&sr=8-1

It helped me to celebrate Chrissy's uniqueness. I gave up my search for answers.

Then, seven years later came a breakthrough. A research project we'd taken part in revealed that Chrissy had a rare chromosome disorder, called 1q21.1 microdeletion. Not much was known about this newly discovered genetic condition but autism, learning disabilities and neuro-developmental disorders are associated with it. Chrissy's microdeletion is de novo, which means it occurred spontaneously. During the same year, purely by coincidence, Chrissy's psychologist was given the go-ahead to do a long-awaited autism assessment. Autism was confirmed. So much about Chrissy is explained by this diagnosis, hence our late learning curve.

Today, Chrissy's self-injurious outbursts blight her life more than ever but she can still be an absolute joy - affectionate, funny and full of endearing quirks, such as the 'magic hands' pictured. Her hands are still quite plump, like a baby's. 'Chrissy, do your magic hands,' we ask, and she's off, grinning like a Cheshire cat and rubbing those flappy hands together until they squeak.



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Friday, 14 October 2011

#Special Saturday post - Groundhog Day

My life feels like Groundhog Day – we've been here three times in three years. Chrissy’s escalating behaviours, placement not meeting her needs, with the backdrop of the funding dispute. Apart from last Sunday's completely nuts bender, which I think has kept me going through this week, I can still focus on little else. Chrissy's spate of awful impulsive/compulsive self-injurious behaviours (SIB) is continuing. (I'm not going to call them outbursts or meltdowns anymore these have a different, far more intense quality). When I look back at the short phone videos I've been taking to show her doctors, I can't bear to watch or listen for long. She is wretched in them, as if she is being tortured by something outside her control.

These behaviours have fallen into a pattern of going dramatically downhill for several weeks once a year. This year and last there have been meds changes. I can’t remember whether there were the year before but will look into it. How any placement can meet her needs when she's in this state, I don't know. They can only contain her. However, this hospital placement has been promising far more than it delivers for months now & the behaviours have only recently escalated. I don’t attribute them to the environment, which will have remained largely unchanged. As I've said, the Topiramate reduction is likely to be a factor, if not the cause of her unsettled behaviour. However, I would still like her behaviour charts examined to see when she became more unsettled, as a thyroid medication was introduced on 20 September, which correlates with the behaviour changes. I’m told that it’s a tiny dose & wouldn’t cause this sort of problem but, with Chrissy, I always make extra checks as she has such paradoxical & unusual reactions to medications, especially when they are first introduced or changed.

So on Tuesday, Chrissy was at home with my mum and I. It started off ok but, when I was holding her hand, I noticed it was twitching & shaking. She grew increasingly demanding & obsessive about when dinner was ready, what’s for dinner, the computer, DVDs etc. She made her usual ineffectual attempts at spitting & hurting me with slaps on the shoulder. Her obsessions led to three sessions of prolonged, impulsive/compulsive SIB. They were so violent & prolonged I rang the hospital for help – something I’ve never done before. Mum said she hadn’t seen anything this intense for ages, & observed how Chrissy seemed ‘possessed’ by what was happening to her, & wanted to stop but couldn’t.

When Chrissy had recovered she suddenly beamed at me but, even in between outbursts, the smiles were short-lived. She was generally more agitated & demanding than usual. At around 9, Chrissy let me bath her and put her to bed. She then sat silently on the toilet seat in the dark for about 20 minutes, & called me when she was ready to move on. If you intervene before she's ready she will kick off again. She needs to be left alone. I call these her ‘frozen states’ and they often occur between violent SIB. Mum & I were struck by how changeable Chrissy was overall. At one point we asked her what had been the matter; she smiled sweetly & said ‘I had a tantrum’ but wouldn’t be drawn further.

That night, she slept right through until 2pm the following day. We managed to avert any major crises until the car journey home where she became agitated and obsessive again, & kept undoing her seatbelt & trying to climb into the back. The hospital reported that there were further ‘behaviours’ later on and the following day. I also learned that they, too, had seen them occur without any environmental trigger. I was told that while we were away, she had even got out of bed at night, run into other patients' rooms & jumped on top of them - to occupy their beds rather than hurt them. This barging into other people’s rooms is something she's been doing at home. Chrissy then threw & smashed someone’s tv set & radio – first I’d heard of any of this. These problems at night are exactly what happened in her residential placement in West Sussex at the end of 2010. When she’s settled she normally sleeps well.

The compulsive/impulsive nature of Chrissy’s self-harming behaviours has never been examined. One of her psychiatrists put it down to ‘autistic crisis’ and another to ‘attention-seeking!’ Her psychologist put it down to 'jealousy' of another challenging patient! We've never seen any evidence that Chrissy experiences jealousy as such - I can only think it's an unfortunate choice of words. English isn't her doctors' first language. Her previous neurologist wanted her to see a specialist in movement disorders and tics. We’d asked for the referral to go ahead when she was admitted to hospital but, at the time, her psychiatrist felt that the Maudsley (who came out & assessed her) would be able to offer everything she needed. She also said that the medications Chrissy was on would be the ones used for tic or movement disorders.

We can only hope that Chrissy will emerge from this period very soon & that we'll eventually help her to achieve lasting stability again as she did during the last six years of her teens.

Friday, 16 September 2011

A #Specialsaturday Post - Uncertain Times & Embarrassing Moments

The meeting we had yesterday to plan Chrissy’s future care was chaotic & disheartening. There was a roll call of apologies for absence – people worked on different days, a ward ‘crisis,’ someone away on a training etc. One of Chrissy’s care managers was present but he has no influence as his authority are not paying for her care. No one from the commissioning authority (funding ‘without prejudice’) attended. The psychiatrist has been unable to get hold of anyone there, which means we can’t plan Chrissy’s future.

I’ve already blogged about the funding dispute that’s leaving Chrissy in limbo. It will take a long time to plan her next placement as we need to get it right this time. A robust healthcare support infrastructure needs to be in place for starters. Another placement breakdown would be disastrous for Chrissy. The appalling state she was in through the latter part of 2009 still haunts me.

The hospital admission in January 2010 has improved Chrissy’s life. She is far more stable than she was 18 months ago but these changes have plateaued over recent months and we fear there will be little or no further improvement because the institutionalised environment isn’t geared up for her autism. There aren’t enough stimulating accessible activities offered. For months we were promised sensory integration therapy (‘The missing piece of the jigsaw,’ Chrissy’s speech therapist had said in March). Yesterday we learned that there had been a U-turn – they can’t supply it as part of the package; extra funding will have to come from the commissioners - the ones they can’t get hold of!

The meds changes took months to start due to all sorts of reasons (including the funding dispute) but we can’t thank Chrissy’s neurologist & psychiatrist enough for flagging up their concerns about one of her anti-epileptic drugs, Topiramate. We marvel over how much she’s ‘woken up’ since it was reduced from 50mg a day to 15mg. She is far more aware of her surroundings, and full of quirky observations & funny comments again. Last night, I was having eyelash extensions done for a special occasion. Chrissy was in the same room, playing quietly on the computer under Ian's watchful eye. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright, & announced: 'I poo myself in the kitchen.' The lady doing the eyelash extensions froze then we both collapsed into giggles as I explained that Chrissy probably felt the urge to go but had her tenses mixed up. There have been many potentially embarrassing moments like this but we just find them endearing, entertaining & funny. It's a good sign as it shows her irrepressible personality is no longer being clouded by too much - or the wrong - medication.

Embarrassing moments are part of what makes Chrissy who she is. We welcome them back!

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Friday, 9 September 2011

A #Special Saturday Post - How Having a Special Needs Child has Changed My Life




I've already written extensively on here, & in my book & parent's perspective chapter about the bigger picture of how having a special needs child has changed my life. Here I'll just give you a snapshot....

As soon as she walked through the door yesterday afternoon Chrissy demanded 'mummy's computer.' She then took over my office & nicked my reading glasses. In the photo she's watching Andy Pandy, which she loves. 'Bye mummy!' she called, no doubt hoping I'd go away so she could hack into my laptop. Left to her own devices, she manages to delete programmes and generally cause cyber mayhem.

Cranky spells peppered Chrissy's stay but, just as I thought she was going to kick off, the mood passed & she became jolly & talkative. Yesterday evening, she sat on the settee, sandwiched between Ian & I, with her catalogues & cookery books spread out around her. She nagged us to 'find the girls' in her catalogues. We found pages of them. 'No GIRLS,' Chrissy pressed on querulously, bending her fingers back & twisting her hands together - a bad sign & an ideal time to try out her new big fat weighted blanket.

It did the trick (but we still don't know what sort of 'girls' she wanted).

'Tuck it my knees,' demanded The Diva (our new nickname for Chrissy). 'Make it square.' Then, when she was swaddled in it up to her chest she ordered us: 'Hold my hands.' Remembering how she likes pressure on the outside of her hands, I gripped one of them tightly.

Peace reigned at last. We even caught the last 10 minutes of Outnumbered, which kept Chrissy amused. She smiles with benign indulgence when we laugh & sometimes joins in - but I suspect she finds the sight of us funnier than the object of our mirth. She's very inquisitive & sometimes appears to be as intrigued by our behaviour as we are by hers.

Today, Chrissy kicked off because I wouldn't let her back on my laptop. She had switched it off & done something to our anti-virus software, which Ian had to reload. I videoed her screaming on the floor with one leg up in the air then replayed it to her after she'd calmed down. She watched, transfixed, but without expression. 'What's Chrissy doing?' I asked her. 'Crying,' she said matter-of-factly. So what did I learn from this exercise? Bugger all but it was worth a try. It might have made her realise how silly it was for a grown woman to have a toddler-like paddy....

Thursday, 8 September 2011

The Real Face of a Carer - Guest Post by David McKendrick, Social Work Lecturer

David sent me this moving piece he wrote for Professional Social Work Magazine, Scotland. He makes a heartfelt plea for social workers to listen to the experts - the carers themselves - when assessing caring situations. His subject, Crawford, became a carer to his wife of 31 years after she was knocked down by a car, & left with life-changing brain injuries. For me, their story highlights how anyone can find themselves plunged into the role of carer.

“What? The true face of carers? This is the theme of Carers Week? Listen, don’t ask. You don’t want to know. If you did have a clue what a carer’s true face is, it would frighten the pants off you!”

This is a quote from Hugh Marriott, a carer and author of The selfish pig’s guide to caring, about Carers Week which ran from 13 to 19 June. If you want to know if this is the truth then ask Crawford Fallon. I did and it is. For the last 10 years Crawford has been the sole carer for his wife Elizabeth, who was brain injured after being involved in a hit and run accident.

Elizabeth’s injury came after a night out. The couple were walking home when she was hit by a car. In an instant their lives changed. There was no warning, they were not consulted and the repercussions of that night have changed their lives completely.

Before the crash, Crawford and Elizabeth were happily married and living in their home town of Shotts in North Lanarkshire. Elizabeth was a nurse specialising in working with infectious diseases and Crawford was developing a career in the mining industry.

Crawford had to give up his job and become a full time carer for Elizabeth. Elizabeth’s injury makes her unpredictable, she can become aggressive and can shout and swear. On occasion she has been violent and has hit Crawford. Elizabeth has hurt herself and talked of suicide. Initially, there were many offers of help from family and friends but these have all stopped. People are embarrassed by Elizabeth’s behaviour and don’t like being seen out with her.

Like many carers, Crawford attends to Elizabeth’s every needs. Over the years Crawford has kept an intimate diary detailing what he has done. He has developed a whole new range of skills, he is an expert and there is quite literally nothing that Crawford does not know about caring for Elizabeth.

Before Elizabeth’s accident Crawford had never cared for anyone, least of all someone with a brain injury, so he has had to learn. This has often been by trial and error. Crawford has made mistakes and each mistake has been costly, resulting in either his or Elizabeth’s distress - or both.

Crawford’s learning has been unsupported with little help. There have been no university tutors, practice educators, senior carers or colleagues to learn from. There has been no safe learning environment and no boundaries. Elizabeth’s personality can change seemingly without warning. But Crawford has become expert at reading the signs - he has to be.

Recently Crawford was visited by a social worker who was completing an assessment. Like all social workers he had a deadline, he had a caseload, he had to complete all the relevant paperwork and had to fill in all the computer screens. Crawford went out to make him a cup of coffee and on his return the social worker was asking Elizabeth how she would feel about someone coming in to help care for her.

Elizabeth became angry. This can happen and when it does Elizabeth can shout and swear or even become aggressive. Crawford knows this, he is the expert. If you read his diaries or ask him to share his expertise he will tell you. Crawford used all of his patience to explain to the social worker that working with Elizabeth requires skill and tact. Elizabeth does not understand the concept of a deadline, or of a report or the need to have your case notes updated.

Crawford has been here before with doctors who have offered diagnosis after diagnosis. He has been there with occupational therapists, dieticians, psychologists and psychiatrists. Amidst all of this Crawford is still engaged in a complex legal battle over the original injury. Losing this could put his home at risk as he and Elizabeth exist on state benefit. Crawford has to care and fight, and balancing both of these is becoming an ever more challenging task.

Crawford needs to be organised - for him this is the key - and his diaries help. He has by now experienced most of the challenges involved in caring for Elizabeth. There is not much he has not dealt with. He has dealt with tantrums, violence, tears, depression, anger and frustration, and understands all of these.

He understands all to well his own burden. Fighting on all fronts is draining and he too is feeling the pressure. Caring for Elizabeth saps his energy and creativity. Like many carers he feels he is the only one who can care for Elizabeth.

He finds it easy to share his knowledge and expertise but hard to give up his role. He worries that someone else won’t care for Elizabeth properly. He worries that the progress they have made will reduce if someone else comes in. He worries that if someone else comes in he will lose his identity.

Crawford likes to keep fit. He finds solace in the solitary pursuit of running. He uses this time to refresh himself, to de-stress, to reflect on what has worked and what he might do differently. Crawford needs re-assurance. He needs patience and understanding and he needs to be involved. Crawford needs to be recognised as the expert.

Crawford and Elizabeth need social workers to understand that their relationship is intimate, that amidst all the frustration and anger there is a bond that has been challenged and strengthened by adversity. Crawford and Elizabeth need each other and they need social workers to understand this.

For Crawford, the important thing is that each professional has an understanding not only of their role but of how all of them work together and understand each other. Co-ordination is the key. If professionals took the time to read up on Elizabeth before they visited her they would understand that change frightens Elizabeth and that when she is frightened the fight or flight instinct takes over. Trying to put together a package of support that will have an impact won’t happen under these circumstances.

Crawford needs social workers to talk to him. He knows the Elizabeth’s behaviour can put people off. He also knows that this can be avoided. New ideas or changes need to move at Elizabeth’s pace, she needs to be consulted and her views sought. Crawford needs to be there to help Elizabeth to understand what is being suggested. After all of these years Elizabeth trusts Crawford implicitly. He knows and she knows he knows.

In Crawford and Elizabeth’s world the professional pressure for social workers matters little. They are sympathetic. They know that social workers work in a busy and demanding environment, that they are often blamed and they get bad a press. All of this is relevant but not important. For Crawford and Elizabeth, these challenges are professional not personal.

Crawford and Elizabeth’s challenges are personal. Their lives are dominated by Elizabeth’s needs and Crawford’s desire to meet them as best as he can. Crawford does so because he loves Elizabeth, their bond is deeply personal and goes beyond any challenge that life has thrown at them.

Crawford has accrued knowledge and expertise. This has been developed in the most pressured and challenging environment and Crawford has retained all of this knowledge. He is desperate to share it. There are no issues of confidentiality - it is theirs and if it helps it is yours.

Yet in helping Elizabeth gain more independence there is a risk for Crawford. If Elizabeth gets the support she needs he needs to re-define himself and there is a risk here. Such a transition will prove difficult. While Crawford and Elizabeth want this, they know that getting it will mean another change. They know this but they still want it.

Crawford has aspirations and wants to go back to university. He sees a future but he needs to know that the present is safe. In order for this to happen, social workers need to listen to Crawford and to learn from him.

Social workers need to ask him about Elizabeth. They need to ask him about him. They need to ask them about them. Social workers need to talk to others such as psychiatrists and dieticians. For Crawford, social workers need to value the uniqueness of his experiences and of his relationship with Elizabeth.

Carers do not feel connected to many of the organisational pressures that are around for social workers. They want a service that meets their needs. The financial pressures of local authorities are not immediate to them. Why should they be? The pressures they are experiencing are just as great. They are personal pressures, everyday challenges to which there is no end in sight. Crawford and Elizabeth need social workers who can listen to and learn from them.

Saturday, 3 September 2011

A #Specialsaturday Post - My Special Needs Child's Greatest Achievement

With exquisite timing, a story was tweeted about the chaos caused by local authorities arguing over funding responsibilities when a disabled person moves to a different area - so called "ordinary residence." I clicked on the link &, to my surprise it was our story. I had emailed various disability organisations about the funding wrangle over responsibility for Chrissy's care so assume it must have come from one of them.

The story, Ordinary-residence; extraordinary-mess http://www.vodg.org.uk/cgblog/21/105/Ordinary-residence-extraordinary-mess.html
was posted by Graham Faulkner, Chief Executive, Epilepsy Society, Vice Chairman Voluntary Organisations Disability Group. It highlights discrimination against thousands of disabled people who can't move where they need or want to due to funding rows between local authorities. It also links in perfectly with this week's #Specialsaturday theme. One of my special needs child's greatest achievements is raising awareness of failings in the system, sadly by experiencing so many of them herself.

It wasn't simply a case of a wrangle between two local authorities - CHC (continuing healthcare) was also involved & argued that Chrissy's predominant need was social care, not health. Their nurse assessor confided that they'd used 'outdated assessment criteria designed to assess people with dementia.' I am awaiting a response to a complaint I've made about this issue.

Because Chrissy was moved to a 3rd local authority after a sudden, heartless eviction from a residential home, the dispute became even more complicated. It led to delays in Chrissy getting effective care, support & medical treatment, & endless meetings with commissioners, care managers & healthcare professionals. I took legal action three times & went to the local newspaper to resolve the stalemate situations Chrissy was put in. Meanwhile, Chrissy's mental health was deteriorating. She had made herself bald on one side by ripping out chunks of her hair, & spent hours self-injuring, hitting out at others, & screaming for hours. Increasing numbers of carers were being put in to manage her behaviour but Chrissy's quality of life was shit.

Last year, we made a complaint to the three authorities involved & eventually got a joint response from two blaming the third authority for it all. We are awaiting more responses - about the CHC assessment & from the third local authority - before we can proceed further.

Legal action settled the dispute temporarily in order for Chrissy to be funded at an assessment & treatment unit but it hasn't been settled long-term as the funding agreement was 'without prejudice.' The dispute continues with no end in sight as an important meeting to discuss Chrissy's future looms.

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