Pictures of Nothing
Following on from yesterday’s post, I had a strangely tearful start to this morning. When I came downstairs, Steven had already breakfasted and was looking through a photo album of snaps from 2003-2007. He started chatting about the photo below. I remember it well. It was the day we met the transition manager to adult services for the first time. I had just got back from the gym and my wife who had been round with the hoover three times already was nagging me to get changed before our “future” arrived.
The photo could have been taken today (although I look a lot less beefy these days) but seeing us sitting there set me off. We were so naïve. So gullible. Completely unaware of the horror of what transition into adult services actually entails. The afternoon before we became aware of what it’s like to be on the receiving end of Nothing.
I had a dream last night that I haven’t processed yet. I was part of a group of people invited to the House of Commons to witness the debate about LBBill. I kept interrupting the speakers. A Conservative Lady Peer started to frown at me. We went for a drink afterwards and I spilled my pint all over Richard Huggins’ best suit. I’m not sure why I’m telling you this but it feels relevant.
Anyway, here’s some photos of what Nothing (and Something) looks like.
Here is the living room where Steven currently lives. He is so content and safe here. Every morning he comes downstairs, opens the curtains, sets up his picture chart for the day and says, “Good morning Cowley. Good morning Mr Bean”:
Hillingdon’s only response to Steven’s homelessness once the road is demolished is to say I have to bid for properties for him on Locata search. Yesterday, there was one property. A 2 bedroom flat on the top floor of this place:
At the same time, me and Steven’s advocate have been looking at properties to buy or rent in Cowley. Both these options are reliant on Hillingdon agreeing to supporting the housing costs. Here’s a sample of one to buy and one to rent, both within about a five minute walk from Steven’s current home:
The first is a 2 bedroom house to buy: the second is a 2 bedroom ground floor maisonette.
My biggest fear, and I guess is where the tears are coming from, is that by doing nothing, Hillingdon will leave it to the last minute and offer two options. One of their awful, low staffed, supported living studio flats. Or worse. Here –
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