Well, may I comment as a disabled person and the mother of two disabled children?
I was born with an uncommon disease 'intramuscular cavernous heamangiomas'. In some ways, I am lucky...those who get them in the brain, it is normal for them to 'burst' and you die instantly. I am 'lucky'- I have them in the SOLES of my feet- yes you read that right. (The best description I can give is imagine someone tore open the soles of your feet, inserted a golf ball into the instep/arc of your foot, sewed it up and then said walk on it.) I am sure people can understand how mentally and physically exhausting that can be to someone. (And might make them a bit ill tempered at times!)
Both of my son's have PCD... which fortunately is not Cystic Fibrosis (as my oldest child was originally diagnosed with) but the treatment system is the same. I must say that I recieved ZERO support from Child Services.
I came to the 'attention of Child Social Care and Health'. It was discovered that I had been so stressed out and over whelmed with no help, that I had a stroke (hence the report that I was walking funny and slurring words- So I was reported as drunk at 3pm at the school gates But people in authority were ready to attack me.
Yes, I am the first to admit, I have a stress disorder, which is classed as a mental illness. Yes, we are made to feel ashamed and embarrassed about our family's 'illness/sickness'. But our home is spotless, our children are taught right and wrong, I have lived through my boys being beaten up at school because they or their mother is different. My children are well fed and eat well. They understand the importance of education.
And outside my family, has anyone ever asked 'how are you'? Nope. I think I probably cope better than many- and for many reasons.
Eastend 11, I have no idea why you have brought paedophilia into the story.
The bottom line is- you accept people or not. My boys are just very thin- no matter what they are fed- it is part illness and part genetics. But it doesn't stop them doing well in all aspects of life. People assume I am 'not all there' because I walk with a limp and sometimes can't control some muscles. I have a Masters Degree and am a Member of Mensa.
So, yes, this is a tragic story, but not one that I am un used to.
The question is, do we let it continue or do we do what Social Care and Health are really meant there for?
TC
“First they came for the Communists, but I was not a Communist so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Socialists and the Trade Unionists, but I was neither, so I did not speak out. Then they came for the Jews, but I was not a Jew so I did not speak out. And when they came for me, there was no one left to speak out for me.”
—Martin Niemoeller