In my ‘About’ page I explain briefly why I’m writing this blog. Thinking about it now, I’m writing it because I know about 5 people read it and some show their appreciation or sympathy by retweeting! Which is more than can be said for communications I direct at Wigan Council, who, despite promising things will change following an independent panel finding them to be a bit shoddy, don’t really seem to be cottoning on.
During the stage 3 panel review into the way allegations we made against staff who worked with my son were handled, it became apparent that the Council were so afraid of me, that they couldn’t do their jobs properly:
“When things don’t go as they want, there are emails sent to as many ppl as possible and ppl were wary of and couldn’t do their job as they should as were thinking of ways of working to avoid conflict. Ppl need to be aware that’s how they come across.”
Of course, the investigating officer could provide no evidence of my menacing behaviour, so that theory was laid to rest quite early in the review.
Katherine Runswick-Cole wrote a piece for the #107days campaign, called The #Motherblame Game and it hits home how, regardless of our situation, parents (specifically mothers in Katherine’s piece) are being blamed left right and centre for a system which is failing to provide an adequate, never mind good, level of service to our disabled kids. If you’re not in denial, you’re inconsiderate. Inconsiderate to the feelings of council staff who have an infinite length of rope with which to save (or hang) themselves, just because when parents complain about poor service, it’s us who are portrayed as the difficult ones.
In December 2014, I informed the council that my son’s seat on his stairlift was too small. Almost 5 months later, my son is still far too big for the stairlift chair (notice how I’ve shifted the blame onto a 10 year old. Even better, cos he hasn’t got the communication ability to complain!!!) and quite soon, he will quite possibly slip off it, mid staircase, and be strangled by the harness. But I won’t complain, because that would be me, just being difficult. Never satisfied, that’s me.
Anyway, Wigan Council, I’ve been in touch with an old mate of Elvis, who put me in touch with a bloke who still has a rocket seat from the 1960s. He says he can have it shipped over in less than 4 months, so don’t bother with the stairlift, this looks a bit more promising.
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