'What do you do for a living?' 

'I am a carer.'

'Oh wow. Where do you work?'

'From home. I care for my disabled son.'

'Oh, you mean, you are a stay at home mum?'

What is the problem with people understanding the fact that I can be a mum and a carer for my own son? 

Even within the community I am part of (families with one or more children with a disability) some still don't understand. They see what I do as what every mum would do and to an extent they are right. 

The issue is my son's needs are so great at present that I am unable to work. He has complex needs and is therefore entitled to a benefit for disabled people.

Part of that means someone is able to claim a separate benefit to care for him. Why can't that be me since it is me who is doing that job?

If I were to devote the same hours to caring for my elderly mum, or for my next door neighbour or even a friend I would be seen as noble and brave and most people would be urging me to claim the carers benefit to cover my expenses of taking them to hospital or making them meals or even as token payment for my hours of care.

The issue only seems to be when I mention that the person I care for is in fact my own child.

You see people are able to see that caring for someone else necessitates a clear distinction of roles.

There is an expectation of a carer to put so many hours in, put the other persons needs first, make sure the person cared for is getting the best services possible and facilitating them to attend places they need to go to. When you give birth to a child there is an assumption that a parent will do all of that for a child regardless. 

But there is also an assumption that at some point the child will became more and more independent and the caring side of parenting (the formal looking after side rather than the emotional caring which lasts a lifetime) will gradually fade. 

There was a time in my son's life when I realised that for him this was never going to be the case.

It was not a day or even a week but a gradual realisation that the child I gave birth to was not meeting milestones and was never going to live independently in any way.

At 8 he can not speak. He has no concept of using the bathroom on his own. He can not open a packet of crisps nor use a knife and fork. He can not dress himself. 

His care needs are 24 hours a day 7 days a week. He started receiving his disability benefits at just two years old.

I never started claiming anything as his carer until many years later. When he was still of pre school  age, even though he never became ambient until after 3 and he was uncommunicative with very limited understanding, I still viewed myself as his parent much more than any sort of carer. 

When he began school I looked at returning to work either part time or full time. That was the beginning of me realising I was not in any way a traditional parent.

The school would call regularly just as his nursery had done previously. His medical appointments totted up quicker than I could keep up. His diagnoses accumulated continually.

His development, on the other hand, stalled. Sleep was just a few hours a night while screaming could last much of the day. I sat in so many hospital waiting rooms dreading what doctors would tell me next. 

I googled what a carer was: 

A carer is anyone who cares, unpaid, for a friend or family member who due to illness, disability, a mental health problem or an addiction cannot cope without their support. (Www.carers.org

I googled what a parent or parenting was:

Parenting or child rearing is the process of promoting and supporting the physical, emotional , social, and intellectual development of a child from infancy to adulthood. (Wikipedia) 

I thought about my child. If parenting is supporting his development from infancy to adulthood I was definitely a parent.

But I looked at the roles of carer and realised my child has a life long disability. He wasn't going to get better and at no point in the foreseeable future would he cope without my support. 

I could not get a job because my commitment to him was too high. He could not access after school care and neither could a child minder look after him.

Family members could not look after him either as his physical care needs were too high. I finally realised I was his full time carer as well as being his mum. 

He is 8 and very vulnerable. As his mum I am not going to let him down and I will always be there for him. I will move heaven and earth for him like any parent would. 

Equally I am more than a parent too. I have to do intimate care that no parent should have to do with a pre pubescent boy.

I have to communicate to everyone on his behalf since he can not communicate on his own. That is not what a parent of a typically developing 8 year old would normally do.

I have to fight for his rights in education, in health and in services he is due because he is often taken advantage of and ignored.

Most 8 year old boys would kick up if someone was abusing them and soon speak up should they be in pain and get ignored. My son can't. 

I understand that my role is complex. I understand that many would say 'well surely any mum of a disabled  child would do that?'.

I see you metaphorically scratching your head trying to figure out if it is right that a mother can be paid to care for her own son. 

While you think about it I am wiping dinner from my son's face. I am holding his hand while he walks, I am lifting him into his car seat and strapping him in.

I am watching him through the night as he is wide awake yet again. I am bathing him and changing his continence products. 

I can't wait for society to decide if I am caring: I am far too busy being my son's carer. 

There is no-one else stepping in to the role after all.    

Whether society wants to accept it or not thousands of parents in Britain today are caring for their own children as well as parenting them. 

I am just one of them.

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