The parents went to meet the consultant on Friday. We were able to express our concerns that Pads gets quite low moods betimes and perhaps seek further help for him. Saturday was a case in point, something of a repeat of the week before. I was making myself unpopular by challenging him to do something (anything) but he was countering each time with a negative take on things. Eventually I told him to get dressed in order to go to the LATCH party. LATCH was celebrating its 30th anniversary and Dan, the LATCH social worker who'd accompanied Pads on the Ellen McArthur trip last summer, wanted to see us all there. In the event, A and M were otherwise engaged, but Bo was very much up for one of the limo rides on offer and was soon being whisked in and out of town. Pads was still sitting in the car. Eventually Ally managed to persuade him to enter the building, quite a major step for him, and each step was made looking firmly at the floor. Providentially, the main throng of kids had removed from the play therapist to the stage for a group photo and so Pads had a clear line of sight and her full attention for a while. Every child and their family was there, even from off the wards. Pads also met Dan and a member of the play team he knows. The whole time he wouldn't look up. Thankfully he was brought out of his shell when one of the entertainers played a card trick with him. From that moment on he relaxed and had a great time: decorating his crutch, watching the acts, chatting to various adults he knew.
The conjurer was clever, the balloon artist was talented, but one act will not be forgotten: