So it has arrived.
The first day of May and the first day of the new Adoption Support Fund (ASF).
For one year, a big pot of money is guaranteed on offer to provide support and clinical assessments for adopted children in the UK.
Have you applied?
Today I wrote an email to the LA requesting an assessment of our adoption support needs, so that we can access the ASF.
In particular, we want assessment of FASD, which we couldn’t possibly pay for ourselves and it certainly won’t happen unless we push for it to be funded from the ASF.
You know, if we are able to get assessment of FASD, paid for from the ASF, I think I will cry.
I may just cry and cry and cry. I’m not sure when I’ll stop. But I will cry with joy, with relief, with amazement. Because I’ve spent years trying to get the health professionals to allow our children assessment for FASD. We have the evidence of maternal use of alcohol. We see daily, hourly, the symptoms of FASD. But it’s been a long old battle to get the health professionals to help us get a diagnosis.
Yep, I’ll be crying. All the way to the consultants office on the day that we finally find ourselves in the specialist FASD clinic. I’ll be crying.
That’s what it feels to be waiting, month after month, for the long awaited funding to take our children to see a specialist FASD consultant.
I feel all our Christmases are coming, just around the corner.