Child Protection for the Autistic Child - A Resource
Not Like that I would'ent strike you as a powerless person but it is an indication of how bad things were that I had no idea who to turn to or what was needed when things started to go wrong for our family. The day my son entered Care was the day I accepted I could’ent help him although I had always tried to be a good mother.
I think social workers went into triage mode and concluded they might be able to save him but probably not us as a family. I understand the reasons for this mostly around his age and his wishes. I recently tried to explain what it was like to be a parent in this situation using this analogy :-
it is as though you enter hospital for a procedure, are told to go to a cubicle where you remove your shoes and clothing including underwear and any jewellery, glasses and hearing aids. When you are barefoot and naked, someone gives you a gown to wear with a slit up the back where your bum sticks out. You cannot see what others are seeing when they look at you but you can see their reactions.
You are then told to go to A but given no directions and you search the hospital trying to find where you should be, making your way through corridors where everyone else is fully dressed and knows what they are doing and where they are going. When you ask for directions, people are too busy to stop to help or do not know. Eventually you find where you should be. You sit waiting with no idea what comes next. You begin to wonder if you misheard instructions and you should really be at C or B and then you start to panic. You overhear others talking and realise with horror that it is about you ‘'She is very overweight, have you seen those rolls of fat and that spare tyre?” It feels like an an exercise in humiliation but you cannot allow yourself to feel upset, humiliated or angry. There is too much at stake because you need the procedure. When staff tell you they are ready to see you, you smile and say "Thank you, you are very kind”.
I get it, I really do – It is not about me, it is about my son - but no-one should be treated like that. No-one. Not like that.