In the midst of all my editing and lots of other things going on, it almost escaped me that Son 2's birthday was rapidly approaching. In a couple of weeks he will be 16.
That will bring all kinds of changes. For a start the Department of Work and Pensions wants to know whether he can in future manage his own disability benefits. Well doh. He doesn't speak, read or write his own name. The answer is no. So next week they want to visit to check this out for themselves ( because obviously we are not to be trusted to act in his interests) and he has to be here. On what should have been his first day back at school.
This seems like last minute stuff, but to be fair to the DWP a meeting was originally arranged before Christmas but I had to cancel, as it turned out to be on the same day I needed to be at the hospital to find out if I had breast cancer (for new readers, I don't).
Later next week we have the annual review meeting at Son 2's school where no doubt his future will also be discussed. In September he will move up to the post-16 unit on a different site where he can stay until he is 19. With all the economic and political uncertainty in this country, it currently seems impossible to think much beyond that, but we will have to start.
Then yesterday I realised that he will most probably lose his regular holiday respite at a special needs playscheme, as he will be too old. That will be a huge gap to fill and I'm not at all sure there is anything suitable to replace it. We currently don't have a social worker but I think we might just need one now, though how much use one would be is debatable.
There are probably going to be a lot of changes for Son 2 this year and I just don't know how he will cope. Like many people with autism, he just doesn't do change. We may be in for a rocky ride.