Bad times just around the corner

I don't normally bother with new year resolutions - I tend to get overtaken by events as sons health fluctuates, care crises intervene etc. etc. but I think this year is going to a bit predictable in some respects.

Afraid the main things on my mind this year are going to be surviving the cuts.

• Planning to manage without wheelchair transport when my son's Mobility Allowance is withdrawn,
• fending off NHS and Social Services review of his care aimed at reducing their costs (but not ours), already mutterings that neither want to pay for his physio,
  
• filling the gaps planned by our County Council who've just announced cuts to day services, respite care and transport for disabled as well as massive reductions to learning disability support (plus charging for what's left).

Bracing ourselves for these things is already taking its toll. The stress levels are up, the paranoia climbs and the distrust of any official communication peaks. these days I dread getting brown envelopes. The cuts are going to be bad enough, but we also have to live with the anticipation of them - it's not generally understood how debilitating this is.

I don't want these cuts, we aren't responsible for them (and with bankers still getting big bonuses we aren't all in this together).

My son can't speak, he needs oxygen, airway suction, pump feeding and a wheelchair but he's going to have to pay for this. And yes I do feel bitter.