Deprivation of Sleep Safeguards
Sleep is a bit thin on the ground in the Uxbridge house at the moment.
Steven is still pretty distressed about the move/non move and it always comes out at night time (usually about 1 in the morning). The meltdown can last from between half and hour to three hours, and even if I wanted to, it would be impossible to sleep whilst he’s in meltdown.
But I have safeguards in place – or so I thought.
On Sundays and Wednesdays, the support agency is contracted to supply a worker from 6am. This is to enable me to go back to bed after letting them in and to try and catch up on some much needed sleep. There is never a problem with Wednesday as the support worker stays on and does a full shift through to the afternoon. Sunday is different – we only need someone from 6 to 9. Until June 2012, it was never a problem – we had a regular worker who lived locally and he never missed a shift. Unfortunately he had to leave last summer and it has been a nightmare since getting someone to work the shorter shift.
In some respects I don’t blame the support workers. Who would want to travel across London for a three hour shift and get paid about £25? I am cross with the agency though. Today has been the second Sunday running where nobody has turned up and I’ve received the usual apologies from the agency. I want actions to speak louder than words.
The agency makes a 100% profit on every hour they provide support. For the two nightshifts a month, they make just under a 200% profit. I’m not sure of the exact figures but knowing the amount of hours they are contracted to do, they are raking in the money for themselves.
Perhaps they could pay the workers extra for working Sundays. Perhaps they could help the workers out with travel. Perhaps they could take the service they are meant to be providing seriously and not think that a weak apology lets them off the hook.
I’m left with the thought that I’ve got to wait another seven days before I can try and catch up on some sleep. I don’t expect any news on the housing front in the next week, so I’ll still have to deal with Steven’s anxiety, draining the tank even more.
I was meant to be going to stay with my friend last night but had to call it off as something came up that I couldn’t get out of. It is galling that if I’d have gone, I would have got my lay in. I also wonder what would have happened when the guy who would have done the night shift expected to leave at 6am but would have been stuck because his replacement hadn’t turned up.
Sometimes safeguards don’t work.
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