This is my son, the first born , my first adopted, the child who initiated me into motherhood and set me on a path I had never envisioned.
He has non-specific learning disabilities and came to me as a little scrap of humanity aged 16 months barely able to sit, not able to move and showed no contact with the world around him.
He is now 26 years of age and about to embark on the next stage of his life-----he is moving into his own flat with support from an association. He is excited, I am terrified! We had talked about it before but the flat (and funding) came sooner than expected; I had thought it would be years not weeks!
His only question when told it was happening soon ---"Will Uncle Paul be able to come and stay?"!
He is not my first child to leave the nest; his NT 23 year old sister has already moved out but this one is so hard.
