Showing posts with label Social Services. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Social Services. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 August 2015

Unexpected Support

These days getting anything for nothing is an impossible task. This is especially true of hard-pressed local authorities under a Tory Government. 

So I was genuinely shocked to hear that, after my Blue Badge assessment, I had been referred to local social services for 'additional support' to enable me to stay in my own home. (This was especially shocking given the fact that my family and I have never had any intention of leaving it!!) But apparently, the occupational health assessor had decided that my level of disability warranted an intervention by the Staying Put Scheme - set up to support home owners and council tenants remain in their homes for as long as possible rather than enter sheltered housing or care homes.

So, even though I own my home, I'm eligible to access support to make living with this dreadful condition a little easier, and never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I have.

The lady who visited me was another occupational therapist who observed me doing the everyday things I would do in my home - climbing the stairs, sitting and rising from chairs, getting in and out of bed, getting in and out of the bath / shower, using the toilet (not actually using it!!), preparing meals. She asked me about my comfort levels during each activity and, as I seem to be in a never ending flare at present, I answered as honestly as I could.

The trouble is, I can do all of the things she asked me to do in the fashion I've become accustomed to doing them - I can get in and out of my chair - with some pain, I can get up and down the stairs - with some pain, I can get on and off the toilet - with some pain, I can get in and out of the bath - with some pain etc. I didn't tell her I was in pain each time I did the activity requested but, somehow, she knew. She could see my pain. I wasn't wincing, or groaning at every activity (or, at least I don't think I was) but she identified the areas I have most difficulty with merely by observing me do them!

Two days later I got a visit from the local authority Handy-Man Scheme who installed a bannister to enable me to climb the stairs easier and a week after that the occupational therapist returned with a bath 'balloon' that inflates so I can sit and be lowered into the bath, then raised back up to get out - it's an amazing piece of kit and has made life so much easier
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I no longer have to ask my wife to help me out, or clamour over the edge of the bath to the floor when I can't lift my legs.

I'm incredibly grateful for these things. Having struggled along for so long it's nice to be able to get a bath without the gymnastics - I used to have to get in backwards on my good leg, sit down with my bad leg over the edge of the bath and then 'man-handle' it in to the water! Now I just sit on the seat cushion, deflate it, get bathed, re-inflate it and get out - it's fantastic!.