I ran out of time to edit my post.
I added that like every other parent of a disabled child I have to look after him and put him first. Since I finally got him a place of his own this means making at least 5 20 mile round trips a week. In order to fund that my social life has disappeared, doing anything for myself simply isn’t an option I can afford.
Being the son of a small Irish mother I was taught at a very early age that whatever happens you just put your head down and get on with it.
Hopefully things will get better at some point.
Please excuse spelling/typos. Apart from being a clot it turns out I had one on my cerebellum that's now causing various problems!