Thank you for taking the time to read this. Since 2004 when I made the decision to fight in court to be able to care for my autistic son who was being abused by his mum I have invested all of my energies into this. At first I had to give up a well paid job in order to focus on his full time care needs, gradually I found employment in whatever I could do and built up enough funds to be able to start my own business that was as flexible (although still a struggle to balance work and care needs) A few years go by and I met a woman who I was later to marry, relationships were strained but happy for nearly 10 years. My son became an adult and I tried to continue his education but the environment and institutional disability discrimination put a stop to it. He moved into an assisted living apartment and our relationship has become even stronger since that full time care role need has diminished. During this period my wife cheated on me and was forgiven, revealed a few other dark secrets from the past and was forgiven, but eventually it has all taken a toll on me and my business and relationship started to fail, with a total lack of understanding and acceptance of mental health needs the relationship ended. I moved out and into my workshop where I have been ever since (1 year now) I have a high rent to pay for this space but yet need it in order to try and make ends meet, each month has been a battle to get enough money together to pay rent and live which inevitably involves selling belonging which I now have none…I wash in a sink and have a cold water hose connected to a bottle with holes in to shower, the workshop is not heated and because it is industrial has a small army of rats and mice, I eat once a day whatever I can find if I have no money and have no cooking facilities, this is getting progressively more toling on my body and my health is deteriorating. My fear is that my health will stop me from getting out of the hole I find myself in. The fire and energy I once had to care for my son and ensure he had everything he needed with love and material things has almost extinguished. I’m sorry this is long, the details would have made it a novel and if I get out of this mess I intend to share them in the form of a book, a story that some of the facts would certainly be seen as fiction. Whatever you can give I will be eternally greatful for, my aim is to find an actually house to live in, downsize the workshop rent and be warm and dry! Thank you.