guest blog post by Pat Onions
The long awaited report from Ms Reablement arrived in the post this week, over 2 months after her visit. Poor old social works IT had worked overtime to get it into large print for me. Manage it they did and the postman puffed up the drive with a parcel the size of 5 volumes of the Encyclopaedia Britannica. Don’t be silly this wasn’t just her report…it was also a carer’s assessment and my sight loss assessment of ‘need.’ Both carried out and written by my own social worker.
Ms Reablement’s report was the whole reason for us not getting any services from social works, when we had a crisis, so I was keen to find out its secrets. Unfortunately for me it had done the rounds within the corridors of social works long before it reached me. That put me at a disadvantage and had I received it earlier I could have discussed its contents with social works.
It had my name on the first page but after that it bore no relevance to me whatsoever.
This was a ‘lady’ who had visited me twice. The first for half an hour in which time she spent most of it talking to David and, as it turned out, observing his movements. She did ask to see his shower, which she commented, was ‘adequate.’ She did manage to comment on his lack of ability to walk. Observant of her. On her second 10-minute visit I asked if she knew our situation? Of course, and if I can be of any further help, get in touch. She left quickly and now I understand why.