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morningstarMorning.Star wrote 08/04/2018 at 21:56 • 2 min read • Like

Halfway through a weekend without Bea, and I miss her. Its been literal decades since I was able to go out on Saturday night, and I'm sat in like she's safe and sound upstairs in bed.

As far as I know she's safe and sound, Monday I'm going to go see her at Daycare. As it stands, she's being cared for at a local care home. Not the usual one, but she knows staff from this one so she will muddle along.

I made an alarming discovery yesterday. The social worker hasnt done a thing about the accommodation, and has left the Council bidding on a magic cottage in the woods. I'm not sure what his game is here, because Bea will not return to my care until both her personal care and accommodation are appropriate, and the longer she stays on Respite, the charges keep ticking up and up. With the specifications left as they are it will be years before a suitable property becomes available.

Eventually, the Benefits Agency will also realise they are paying me to slack off and sanction me, and the council will levy charges for the empty room and eventually threaten eviction for non-payment of rent. And sometime after that, I wind up in court for non-payment.

Thats the last place they want me, I've been trying to find a way to drag their sorry arses in there for years over compensation and ongoing rights abuses...

As soon as I go and see her, I know the first thing she will do is ask me to take her home, and as her advocate I'm duty bound to make that clear to the social worker, who is duty bound to provide proper care and accommodation. That means a female carer in her own home, which has adaptations to make her life easier.

It doesnt matter what any of us think, or what our agendas might be. Bea's voice is heard.

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