So since the last time we blogged, Christmas and New Year have been and gone. January 7th came along and we received a unanimous yes at panel.
Firstly I should apologise for not blogging quick enough. I feel too fucking busy sometimes but I love sitting at the right time and blabbing out, it’s almost like therapy.
So here goes…
I’m looking at my phone screen and there’s our social worker’s name, flashing like Christmas lights on a dark frosty night. I shout “Tim”!
As I sit here with red eyes from crying so much, I thought I’d pour my heart out and fill you in with what happened today.
So… I know the clocks went back on Sunday but I’m pretty sure they only go back an hour, not 48???
Firstly, I want to dedicate this blog to my Aunt Wendy and Uncle Steve. Yesterday, they laid to rest their youngest son.
I’m sitting here after inhaling a packet of Jaffa Cakes (yes I’m stressed). Ann has just left and we are both ‘none the wiser’.
So Today is ‘National Coming Out Day’ and I thought I would share my coming out story…
Its June 20th 2018 and we have received an email from Ann our Social Worker that has been assigned to us to complete our Stage 2 Assessment.
Still buzzing about our acceptance onto Stage Two, we have the option to take a 6-month gap before we start the next step. However, we don’t want to waste any time.