registering 6

august 23 2007

The frontdoorbell.

I was very bussy, and didn't expect any visitors.

Two women.

One with an enormous black balloon of hair on her head.
Because she was little I looked down and saw a spectacle of more black: suit, shoes, stockings.

Because I expected the controlers of the office that has to grant the oldest financial support would come one of these days, I knew this was one of them.

In a bitchy voice she asked if he was at home.

I said "no", and looked at the other woman.
I'd seen that far too short skirt for too broad legs in too colourful leggings.
Well, too for my taste,. She seemed to feel quite happy.
She smiled and her hair moved freely in the wind.

Black: "can we come in?"

Because I love to play games, like being completely stupid, I asked her why she wanted to come in.

"To speak with your son."

"Hmmm...thought I said he isn't at home....
By the way...who are you?"

"We're from the office.. bla bla bla..., and we want to come in."

"Well, that's in conflict what I want, because I don't want you to come in."
In a glace I saw the other woman smile...

Immediately I recognised in her the woman we'd seen last week when we went to his social worker.
So she probably is a social worker too, the one who is for the new developments between The Office and the normal social workers and counselors. Gooood.

Black: "But we need to come in to discuss some matters."

"You can discuss them here.
My autistic son is inside and when you invade my house, I have to deal with the consequences for three days.
And I'm certainly not up to that at the moment, and even more: I'm not willing too."

The black woman was clearly surprised and started to be irritated.

"Are you going to cut him short on his income...if he gets one?"

This is not an unfamilair question for them, because when the controlers are denied entrance they shorten social income. It's all over the papers several times a week.

But I studied the law.

Black: "..eh....", looking at the other woman.

"My son lives here, but it's not his house. It's our house, or if you want to be very detailed...we rent, so it's even not our house."
The other woman started to smile very bright.
"When you want to visit my son, you can make an appointment and you can agree on a place to meet.
The law says you have no right to enter a house when the space isn't occupied by the person who asks financial support. The fact that he lives here and not the who family wants financial support means that you can't shorten his income in any way.

I don't want to make it difficult for you, so I'm willing to answer questions, and I can also tell you that he will be living in a trainingshouse next week, so you can visit him there in his room.
"Yes, you have to make an appointment with one of the nurses there", the other woman said. And winked at me.

"But what do I do with the file? What do I do with the file?", asked black.

"You write down that at the moment he is at a meeting to get information about special education for people like him. This is his only chance to be able to work.
That he will be living at the trainingshouse from september 1, and that we need all the paperwork don before that date.
If you have any questions you can contact him tomorrow afternoon when he has a meeting with his social worker. You can speak with them both at the same time.

If you want to know if he's living with someone or seeing someone? The answer is no. He doesn't have a girlfriend, nor a boyfriend. He's got asperger syndrome and is much too involved in his own things to be willing to spend his live doing something else."

The woman kept writing.

"But how do I tell the casemanagaer that I haven't been inside the house?"

"You tell him the law states that entering a house is not allowed when the application of the grant is not from the main occupant.
Apart from that, he is not at home at all at the moment, and you can verify that. Even at his social worker, as she made the appointment between the school and him."

The other woman stepped in telling that the result of going inside would be that one of the other children would get distressed, and they had been told that they never should distress people...."

So they left....
After promising me this would have no influence on the height of his income.

Gooood.