Well after escaping, or
at least thought we had, three bullets sent our way by the DWP via
their hired but ever more reluctant thugs, the Job Centre, it seems
one was waiting for me.
It first thought I had
dodged a bullet hat was purely manufactured by the DWP, Job Centre
and NEA themselves but they still decided to fire it anyway.
I also first thought
that it was not as bad as it could have been before realising that ..
yes it is as bad as it can be because they cannot go the 'whole hog'
on it. At least not at the present time at any rate.
What has happened is
that I received a letter, a series actually and see below, when I
finally got back to my flat after several days of not being able to
get back there.
During this time there
was on Doctors visit that went from ten minutes to over an hour
because in realising the mother of four had a disability which was
responsible for several things that had them stumped they found
something .. else. Something that had them concerned to go demand
that she has a blood test straight away at a hospital I am now due to
go to for another serious illness. One that has me stopping after
about 50 yards trying to get to a local store.
This does not include
the things that we already know about with both of us .. and there
was one other thing. One involved the eyes and one involved the ..
stomach region. I am not even sure which of the two the blood test
was for the young mother of four children had to have.
As for the children ..
yeah there are the good moments. These are, albeit, far to fleeting.
Often it feels like your caring for the devil's spawn and sometimes I
get looked at with a face that tells me that someone is almost at
their wit's end. I can fully understand that and oddly this was
something I had tried to avoid happening but and once again and
thanks to the authorities lack of help, insight and outright care and
at just 24 there are four children to deal with. In a house that is
far from suitable and neither is the house that is possibly about to
be moved into.
The two youngest girls
with autism are 2 and 3 years of age so not only is there the
communication problem, they do not understand why their mumblings and
blubbering of words while having a meltdown, are not understood.
Then there is the
switching off or pulling out of electrical sockets when you ever say
no to them, which is refusing to give them a whole pack of biscuits
to themselves, full multi-pack of crisps, a full mug of juice 75%
ends up on the floor or carpet and everything else they lay their
eyes on. This has resulted in a considerable extra expense and
neither one of us knows how to deal with it. I am almost convinced
too that the vast consuming of mountains of crisps is very probably
the worst thing on the world?! A slow burning fuel that lasts and
lasts and I am sure fuels much of the meltdowns, fights and balling
for tens if minutes at the tops of their voices?
Then there is the
wetting themselves, the older of the two, when simply being told no.
This not only goes on at home but occurs on a daily basis at school.
Having been here for 5 or so weeks we actually got a shock the other
day when we were told for the first time that she had not wet herself
at school. Bearing in mind school is like from 9am until 11am or so,
so only two or three hours at a time.
Then there is the
things that they do with their excrement that has not only started
with one but is rapidly increasing. Now the younger of the two has
started to do things too. It makes you want to .. vomit and you often
heave uncontrollably. It is something I had personally never heard of
an now I am in a home with not one but TWO of them doing it. One
still wears a nappy but has taken to digging around inside it.
Unfortunately this
seems to stem from their father and a relationship that several years
ago I had tried to prevent from happening. Now, it seems, like
everything else caused by the lazy grandmother who not only caused
but encouraged all this, I am paying for it. As is my daughter, of
course.
Odd then that this
person had been insisting lately that there was nothing wrong with
either of the girls. I lived 250 miles away while she lived 3 miles
away and even I could see that there as indeed at least one problem.
Well I am sure that I had published posts after first meeting them
and then while back in London before actually moving here that three
of the children were a problem? You might have to check and see but
it turns out that this is certainly the case with two of them. SO I
town one day the grandmother and the cause of all this witnessed the
older girl having a meltdown, showed a look of shock on her face,
turned and walked away. Some help, huh? I have posted about this
woman for a very long time now, five years, and explained how she was
the instigator in all this and despite being defended by the equally
responsible council the council now do not trust her.
After the grandmother
walked away and after she eventually returned .. she simply said “Oh
.. I did not know it was THAT BAD?! I don't know how your going to
deal with that?!” to which she was then reminded that the younger
of the two girls was EXACTLY THE SAME!
I was not there but I
dearly would have loved to have been!!
The only thing that she
has said since she has been here is .. “How does your Dad feel
about me?” in some vain hope that there would be a reconciliation.
As I stated to a few friends up here, who do not like her anyway,
after everything she had done to first me and the horrors that my
first YOUNG teenage daughter and no adult daughter has had to endure
.. “No [EFFING] WAY!” Even if she was slim and extraordinarily
attractive.
So no .. just to
re-emphasise what I have previously stated .. there is no one up here
at all and is the sole reason why I am here. All other relatives are
scattered to the four winds and not heard from at all, much as I
would like to chat to some of them.
Also there was an
accusation that money was going missing from a great grandmother's
account and she was dragged in about it to the social services. As
per usual she got away with .. it, not going to say 'murder' as I do
not want to tempt fate here.
So the sole two carers
with serious illnesses that could turn fatal at any time to four
children, two with autism, one needy, extremely selfish and
constantly asking for odd are stealing it leading me to wonder if he
has a tapeworm or an eating disorder. To the point that a social
worker asked if she could see if there was food in the house as the
youngest of the two boys and not a focus of the social worker
department, who never turn up half the time at the house or at all
for chair meetings, is always telling her is is hungry.
He is also the thinnest
of all the children so that tends to suggest to me that an eating
disorder is not that which is the issue here.
That's about all it
amounted to .. that and an apology around two years ago at the end of
a previous court case with the council.
Or perhaps the best one
is having meltdowns in public with members of the public giving you
looks like your a bad parent, resulting in my witnessing my daughter
tick off people for said looks on occasion.
Added Note: After an
initial pause that led to me going to the local shop .. twice and
still .. forgetting something some things have occurred.
First off .. the needy
boy spent the whole time I was typing this out, from 8am until around
10am, demanding breakfast, crisps and cereals. That was not really
worthy of a mention. What was was first of all us discussing that the
boy may have some sort of problem or even tapeworm due to the
constant demand for food, seeking out food, constantly opening the
fridge after dragging a chair from the dining room to get up into the
cupboards. Then we discovered that a whole loaf of bread that I
bought only yesterday was gone .. completely. Everyone was asked
about it but of course we got denials from the two boys. Then we were
going to make a couple of cups of tea from the milk I bought
yesterday when there was still milk in a previous bottle when I
returned with it. There was around two pints, or a little less, of
the semi-skimmed milk and my daughter said .. “We can't have a
tea!” I was confused and she held the bottle out to me. I was
thinking it cannot possibly have gone off and smelt it and it smelt
OK. In fact I realised that it smelt a bit more than OK and said it
was .. fine. She then asked me to drink it and so feeling sure of
myself I did. “It's fine. Oh wait .. that is Banana milkshake?!”
He had taken chair into
the kitchen, got a hold of the Crusha milkshake and poured a large
quantity of it into the remaining milk. Normally godawful in taste
and like 90% of other things, except the Coca-Cola drinks oddly
enough, it actually tasted .. normal!
A face-palm was what I
did next and out I went to retrieve more milk.
This is a constant
thing that occurs and I only have to spot a chair in the tiny kitchen
and I wonder what it is we have run out of as someone who has been at
it without asking and where that all now might be. Being all over the
floor in the hallway and the dining room is a fairly common place to
find stuff. From bread, toast not eaten, crisps, chocolate milkshake,
apple or orange juice or any number or indeed combination of other
things are normally lying in wait.
Then as I stated there
is the excrement. Which can happen several times in a day.
Then there is the
wetting themselves of the older of the two with autism. This occurred
three times .. maybe even four, I lose track at times, in the course
of a single day. A .. single .. day! That is three sets of clothes
than need washing in a single day. One out of three children.
I can keep on going
about the absolute nightmare's of having to do or deal with anything
with them and that is without me going into anything that happens
collectively.
In fact the needy and
annoying boy of leaning over me as I type this, knocking my arm and
knocking the laptop causing me to make corrections every few words.
Now he is pointing at the keys and asking what each button does. This
is after being reprimanded by his mother for being annoying and to
stop it or he is going to go to bed earlier than normal.
What is annoying is
that he does end up getting his own way and then is in the face of
the others teasing them about it .. or teasing them about something
he has been given. Try that the other way around and he is louder and
higher pitched than a 6 year old girl. Two friends of my daughter are
parents to a 6 year old girl and her and needy-boy cannot be in the
same room for more than 30 seconds without having a screaming match.
Despite the capabilities of your average 6 year old girl needy-boy
has her beaten down to constant remarks from the parents of the girl.
Your worse than
our daughter
Your louder than
out daughter
We hear you more
then we do our own daughter
Your higher
pitched than our 6 year old daughter!
Are just some of the
things I hear them state the tree or four times a week they are here,
especially on Friday's when they spend the evenings here. Good ..
God, that often ends up being a nightmare.
Just yesterday the
older of the two with autism was diving down my pockets for money and
I let her do it. This ended up on the floor at some point where
needy-boy and the six year old girl picked them up. At one point the
girl dropped a coin and the needy-boy picked it up and was gloating
that he had more. Then he dropped one and the girl reclaimed it. Oh
my God .. the hysterics that followed were not only well overly
dramatic but the .. volume! I then explained that he was wrong in
claiming that it was his coin and that he had taken it from him. I
pointed out that by his own logic that if it is on the floor and HE
picks it up that it is his. But suddenly the rules had changed. Now
if he drops it and someone picks it up it is still his. This was a
logic that I first tried to put to him but would not have it. But now
that it suited him .. he wanted to apply it.
So for the next,
almost, two hours four adults and an older brother tried to explain
this to him but he was not having none of it. Because it did not suit
him. That was the other night and not the first time that things like
that occurred. Just the one fresh in my mind.
So today he gets fed
after a constant two hours of nagging and then .. dropped honey all
over the floor as he was fecking around as per unusual. He then
started bouncing around the living room like a mad thing and I
pointed out that this usual behavioural pattern of his seems to be
after he was fed and that I wondered if it was food related. Then my
daughter said something odd “I have wondered whether or not he has
ADHD?” Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
This was followed by me
explaining that out of 12 people that I have met since I have been
here .. five have autism, one has a disability, one has a personality
disorder of some kind and one is up in the air with the ADHD thing. I
have also seen many people who were obviously afflicted by one thing
or another since I have been here. Even these others being forgotten
about we have a ration of over 50% here. This is not .. right. In any
reality.
I stated that I
wondered whether there was some truth to things being in the
tap-water? I had heard things in the past but had always put them
down to the tinfoil hat brigade. Also I used to visit Woodchurch a
lot twenty years ago but that things had changed a hell of a lot from
around fifteen years ago. Even my daughter's Nan admitted to e that
she could quite not believe how things had gone downhill in the ten
years since I used to visit regularly. It appeared the .. same. But
just that the people, attitudes and the .. trouble and crimes
committed had increased .. vastly.
But with all of that ..
I am being kicked in the teeth and therefore my daughter and
grandchildren are going to be kicked in the teeth.
I said to my daughter
this morning that unless I was able to sort this mess out I the next
three months I will have no alternative than to return to London.
Because after six months I will not be able to pay my rent any longer
.. it is as simple as that!
As have been typing
this out I have been feeling anxiety and heart palpitations along
with the tightness once again. Which invariably means irregular heart
beat as is normally the result when I use my blood pressure monitor
.. though I am sitting down and not attempting to get to the local
shop?! Oops .. hmm where is that monitor?
If you, the reader,
cannot class this as 'The Evil That Is' then I dread to think what it
is that you would consider 'evil'.
Bear in mind that these
organisations are paid both your tax money as well as receiving
donations based purely on the fact they are tasked to help people,
not just vulnerable people, sick people, disabled people and
children. Also many are paid in donations too sooo …
WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY
ALL?!
Maybe people think, well some are being helped so that is OK? Though I would stress that would be 'appear to be being helped'?
So that is OK, is it?
What sort of percentage is OK with you? 90%? 50%? 25%? 10%?! 100% is the only acceptable ration to me. If they need help and support then they need help and support. Nothing less is acceptable!
Maybe your like those FBI agents i the helicopter during the Nakatomi Plaza take over by terrorists in the Bruce Willis starred film, Die Hard? You know the part where they talk about the possible civilian casualties in a nonchalant fashion and one says "I reckon about 25%?" and the other says "I can live with that!" before yelling "Yeehawwww, thi is like 'nam!"
If so then .. sad. Very, very sad.
After all is their motto not "We never leave one of our own behind!"?
LMFAO!
Oh dear .. bought my daughter a can of Fanta Lemon and that was a mistake ...
- Mum, I want your drink, Mum I want your drink, Mum I want your drink and so on and so forth
- Mumble: I wnnn drnk I wnn drink! NO!! I WNN a DRNKK WAHHHHHHH-WAHHHHHH!! From the third oldest.
- Wah-Wah-WAAAHHHHH! From the youngest
Dental treatment is easier then this! Oooh .. that reminds me!
