And now for my guest post…

On the SWAN UK blog, all about how we’re ‘making do’ (but not mending) with mainstream equipment to help Orange with his development. Really, he should be getting support from the Authorities with specialist equipment. I worry for his spinal development, but we’re doing the best we can…


Learning to speak up

This week I learned a valuable lesson. It’s one I thought I already knew, but events made me realise I wasn’t practising what I preach. Parents, especially of children with special needs, will know that if your child is in need of something that you are reliant on others to provide, you often need to shout louder than you ever knew possible to make it happen.

You will have seen from my last post about our visit from the Occupational Therapist that I was expecting we might get some help with equipment for Orange, now that he is rapidly approaching toddlerhood, in size, if not in capability. But no help was offered. A long, sighing story unfolded about how difficult it is to get equipment provided for small children with special needs. Apparently if you are under the age of two you don’t count. It is a political minefield of labyrinthine scale and it seemed like The Professionals just couldn’t really be bothered.

But a welcome fresh breath of air was blown into the midst when we met Orange’s new community paediatrician, Dr L, on Tuesday. I realised, as she asked questions and probed into Orange’s history, that I was on stilted repeat like a scratched record as I found myself continually responding “well we were hoping for help with this, but it didn’t really happen” as politely as I could, while quietly seething inside at the realisation that, actually, we have been getting very little support for Orange.

Dr L soon stopped me. “You must ask if you feel you aren’t getting what you need. Don’t be afraid to question, to request, to ask again if you think you need more support. You have a right to do so”. And as soon as those words left her mouth, I realised I have been too reticent to question the status quo, even with my flurry of kick-assing a few weeks ago. So, we don’t fit neatly into many tick-boxes…but that sure as hell doesn’t mean we don’t deserve support.

Within 24 hours of our appointment with Dr L, I had the Occupational Therapist back on the phone. An honest and frank twenty minutes later, and we are on our way to being provided with a bath seat for Orange. She also helped me to figure out what kind of car seat we need next, and where to go to get it. And on Monday we are off to see the Orthotist at the White Lodge Centre to get Orange fitted for a set of leg gaiters to help him with his standing.

I also learned, from Dr L, that whenever Orange has an appointment, we have a right to request to see the lead consultant. There have been too many times when we have been fobbed off with a less than competent registrar, namely his last opthalmic appointment, which involved a stressful three hours in the car for nothing much at all. So with the next round of Orange appointments, I shall be speaking up in my bravest voice and requesting to see the consultant. No doubt we will pay for it with interminable waiting times and weary sighs from behind reception desks, but I am armed now with a new sense of direction and confidence to say “my child has complex needs, please arrange for us to see the lead consultant”.

Gradually I am learning the lingo, and the means to negotiate the NHS system to provide Orange with what he needs. Really, it requires the entirety of my brain capacity to manage it at times, the tenacity of a bulldog (which I certainly am not) and the patience of a saint (yes, this one’s a struggle too). One day, I may write a book 😉

So that’s OT then

I can’t decide if I’m cross or just a little disappointed. I suspect I just had rather high expectations of what an NHS Occupational Therapist could actually offer us. Particularly in Surrey, where it seems that unless you are ‘known to Social Services’ (their language, not mine) then you receive nothing in the form of any specialist equipment at all.

Never mind that I can’t safely hold my son up in the bath. Never mind that he doesn’t have a single safe place to sit and play without help from an adult. Never mind that he’s outgrown his baby car seat and doesn’t have the strength to sit safely in a toddler seat. No, Orange’s needs don’t get put first. Surrey County Council has decided that since we are not ‘known to Social Services’ (i.e. a ‘problem’ family or one that is in need of support in many ways but namely financial), we don’t get any help at all with equipment. Our NHS OT cannot give us a thing.
No matter, you might think, we have savings, we have family who can help. We are lucky for sure. But specialist equipment costs thousands. For items that he will soon outgrow we simply cannot spend £700 on a car seat, £2,000 on a special chair, even more on a supportive buggy… Nor can we easily source these items since they are not always readily available direct to the man on the street. There is an unimaginably vast range of specialist equipment being manufactured, to help children just like Orange, and their parents, to live life a little more comfortably, a little more safely, but the doors have been firmly shut in our faces. ‘Buy it yourself, or struggle on, we’re not interested in helping you‘ is the message I’m receiving loud and clear from Surrey County Council.
While I could start on a tirade about how this attitude is just typical of this particular part of the country, populated largely by the status-oriented, the ladder-climbing, the ‘I’m alright Jack’ brigade, I feel my energy is better expended elsewhere. Not only did today’s OT visit prove wildly disappointing with regards to providing equipment, we also came away with very little to add to the daily therapies we already do with Orange, and no prospect of another visit. No, if I want more OT help, I have to go to the “FACTS” group that I’m not allowed to go to because I have The Beep with me on that particular day. If we are lucky, we will get a report from the OT who visited today and perhaps some more ideas down on paper of things to do with Orange to help his development. We’ll stick it on the wall, follow it to the letter, and hope, I guess.
So I have spent the last thirty minutes online, trying to find out for myself what exactly paediatric occupational therapists should be doing. And I have found what looks to be something wonderful. A clinic called Hemispheres that offers something they call ‘Movement for Learning’ therapy that, it claims, helps the natural process of neurological maturation to support physical, sensory and learning development. Their approach sounds like just what Orange needs and something we can all really learn from. A programme that is a little more bespoke, and quite a bit more intelligent, than the ‘put cubes in a cup’ games that were all the NHS OT really had to offer. NHS 0. Mummy 1.


Steve Jobs was an infinitely creative man. I am yet to read his biography but I am not sure, even with his natural ability to use technology in new and innovative ways, that he would have realised just how much his products have helped, and are helping, children with special needs.

We are a dedicated Apple family. Macbooks, iPhones and the brilliant iPad. Collectively, they are our means of work, communication, shopping basket and entertainment centre. With a husband working for Telefonica and a brother who works for the mighty Apple itself, we’re almost evangelical about the stuff. But in the last few months, I’ve started to realise that these little bits of electronic genius have a role to play in our house that I would never have predicted. Orange, it turns out, is a huge Apple fan too (how ridiculous does that sound? I will remind you once again that the boy isn’t actually called Orange…).

It was this post by a friend who has a little boy with a similar condition to Orange, that made me realise just what a wonderful legacy Steve Jobs has left, in ways he probably didn’t predict. It turns out that Orange is not alone. Lots of children, just like him, with developmental delays and learning disabilities of all kinds, are linking in to the digital world and taking leaps and bounds in their development, through using iPads, not just for games and learning but also as a motivational tool to help them with all areas of their development. Freddie, just like Orange, needs to do plenty of supported standing and playing on his tummy to help his gross motor skills. And, just like Orange, he really doesn’t like doing it. But with the help of an iPad to hold his attention, today Freddie played beautifully on his tummy.

Orange needs to spend a LOT of time playing on his tummy, to develop strength in his chest and arms to push up and crawl. Since he learned to roll it has been really hard to keep him on his tummy for long enough. But thanks to Peppa Pig on iTunes, and a willing sister, Orange played on his tummy happily for ages. And even started to get cross that he couldn’t push himself forward to get to the screen. Motivating him to get moving in this way is half the battle in helping him with his development. If he wants to do something, it’s more than likely he’ll give me the chance to help him achieve it. If he doesn’t, it’s soul destroying and physically exhausting for both of us. But look…here he is, on his tummy and loving it. There were a fair few proper belly laughs from the lad during this episode. No doubt Daddy Pig had done something very silly indeed:

For now, I have no doubt that the iPad, in particular, with its touch screen, will help Orange with his visual, hand/eye and intellectual development in many ways we don’t yet know.  But I am also realising now that we have only seen the tip of the iceberg in terms of what technology can help Orange achieve. Who knows, it might be his means of communication one day if he doesn’t learn to talk. Perhaps even a way of earning a living, being creative, finding friends, linking in to the world in ways that children and adults with special needs and learning disabilities have never been able to do before. It’s a game changer.