My Kingdom for an AMHP

Source: My Kingdom for an AMHP

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The day I broke 

messiermummessylife

No one is coming to our rescue.

Our social worker is a chocolate teapot who’s broken record repertoire of ‘no funding’and ‘nothing they can do’ is wearing embarrassingly thin.
CAMHS are merely a suicide hotline for young people, funding only the very extreme cases that can no longer continue being ignored and are pushed to make a permanent solution to what could be a temporary problem with the right support.

Help. Such an empty word. Full of pity. Such a shame.

Being a parent of a child with special needs means to continually rip your heart open and remain functional. To continue to breathe with minimal oxygen. To struggle beyond the realms of coping. To walk through firey battles and live in a perpetual state of weariness.

No one is coming to rescue us.

You scream from a burning building, frightened for your sanity and for those little people you’ve…

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Charging at the Romans

TheTiredOptimist

Its AD 61 and you are standing in a field somewhere in the Midlands and you are angry, raging at the injustice of it. Your world has been conquered, Boudicca’s daughters have been raped and along with well over a 100,000 of your fellow Britons you are hell bent on having your revenge and on punishing the Romans for what they have done. Driven by your indignation and convinced that you have right and numbers on your side, you and your fellow tribe members charge at the Romans – a seething mass of rage surging across a field. Unfortunately, it was a field of the Romans choosing. It was open, yet narrow and despite being massively outnumbered, their organisation and superior tactics meant that they were able to slaughter tens of thousands of Britons for the loss of only a few hundred Romans.

There is something about this scenario that…

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