Being a working parent who works with 30 odd other parents, how on earth can we fit our leave into a 6 week period, they will end up not employing mums....... this country is becoming so dictatorial. Corrina B.

I’m going on holiday!

I’ve booked a late holiday! I saved up and finally got to that magic figure that tells you you can starting looking. I looked and looked, everything came up too expensive. Maybe I would have to wait after all …. But then after going to a travel agent and finding a holiday that I could afford, I went home and found the very same holiday £200 cheaper online! OMG! I’m going on holiday!

I’m disabled, and I have a child who is also disabled in that he has sensory, hypermobility and behaviour issues so we cannot go alone, someone has to come with us. This year it’s his dad, so he booked the holiday online, as I’m useless when it comes to doing things like that, not to mention it has been 6 years since I last flew. They didn’t have e-tickets that you print yourself then, there were REAL tickets you picked up from Travel Agents or tickets that came in the post!

So we booked a holiday…. it still hasn’t sunk in. I’m guessing for men its right out of the head straight away, for women it’s “I need sun cream, a new bag, shoes would be nice, and I need a sunhat to go with those trousers I bought last year…” etc. etc. etc. The countdown to be completely ready has begun.

For some, it will be “do with what we got”, for others a new kitchen sink will be bought and the question of extra kilos will be discussed. I am on a warning. No more than 2 handbags! I don’t care – I’m going on holiday!

From time to time I forget we’re going then I remember with a little jolt – “I can’t wait!” – Usually followed by a trip to a supermarket. I have not told my son. Life would be unbearable if we did. The same questions will be asked everyday and the nagging would start. This will be his first time flying though he has begged me to go on a rocket for the last 2 years. We’re not sure when to tell him he’ll be going in a plane because then he’ll run through a range of emotions that never ends well for him. Until then everything I have to do is in secret.

I suffer from fibromyalgia, anxiety and have mobility problems. Since 2010 my anxiety has been getting worse, to the point where I feel physically sick when the post comes through the door. I never switch off, constantly thinking about the future, worrying about how society is getting worse, what will my son have to face, and how will I survive? A certain Man in government is determined to believe that conditions people have are bogus and we all chose to have them. I can’t even say or see his name without physically reacting. I no longer watch TV or read newspapers.

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