Here we are, having a thoroughly miserable time and sponging off the State again: doing extra handwriting practice instead of having fun on our so-called holiday, using resources that have been provided free by the country instead of buying our own.
Alternatively, for those not viewing this through bile-tinted spectacles: here’s a little boy playing on the beach, writing letters in the sand with a stick he found. This is ‘The Lived Perspective’. It’s the difference in viewpoint between those who actually live in a particular situation day-to-day, and those who just try to imagine it from the outside.
It’s true that Freddie does need extra handwriting practice. He is hypotonic, meaning he has low muscle tone, which can make holding things like writing implements and cutlery difficult. He can write, but his hands quickly get tired trying to grip the pencil, and then his letter formation quickly degenerates. It’s not really ‘a biggie’, though, as these days we all tend to use keyboards for the majority of our written communications, and he will have no trouble typing, as soon as I get round to teaching him. And there are therapies that will help to increase the strength and dexterity of his hands.
OK — I admit, we have had some input from a professional Occupational Therapist. This consisted of precisely two one-hour sessions. The first was an assessment of Freddie’s needs, from an O.T. point of view. The second visit was to deliver some stuff — not loads of expensive equipment paid for by the tax payer and thrown at us free, gratis and for nothing, that’s not what O.T. support is about: it was a few sheets of paper, on which were printed the instructions for some exercises and activities that would aid the development of fine motor skills, some suggestions for everyday household items that we could use to make the activities more meaningful and/or fun, and a list of reputable suppliers from whom we could purchase any more specialised equipment that we might need. He talked me through the exercises and activities, and added some suggestions of his own. From now on Freddie’s Occupational Therapy will cost the nation precisely … Fuck All, because his therapist will be me. And before you start, I’ll just point out that being the parent of a disabled child does NOT automatically entitle you to receive Carer’s Allowance, or indeed any other State Benefit (apart from Child Benefit, which everyone who has a child is entitled to). So, Yes, I am a very cheap therapist indeed: and a very good one, because I have a vested interest in the outcome, and a great deal of love for my little ‘patient’. His triumphs are my triumphs twice over.
Anyway, our homemade ‘hand gym’ consists of clothes pegs, paperclips, rubber bands, buttons and marbles, and white board pens, purchased from Wilko’s (and a white board easel I already had), one of the most sensibly arranged ‘My First Shoelaces’ books I’ve ever seen, picked up from Lidl (it’s amazing what you can find in the Aisle of Shame), and an ‘Undo Me Cube’, which is used to practice fiddly clothes fastenings — the only specialised piece of equipment we bought.
As far as Freddie is concerned this is all play. As far as I am concerned this is all play, something I’ve done with all my children. As far as ‘The State’ or ‘Society’ or ‘The Taxpayer’ is concerned it’s cost nothing. Welcome to our ‘Lived Perspective’.