At just three-weeks-old, my gorgeous Jessie was diagnosed with multiple learning difficulties, and later, autism.
She was a very shy girl, but she made it until year nine in state school, before combining it with a specialist school two days a week.
I was so proud of her, but as her time in education drew to an end, we weren’t sure what the future held.
‘I want to work in a posh restaurant like Pizza Express,’ Jessie told me one day.
She’d always wanted to work in the catering industry, but due to her complex needs, she wasn’t able to get a job.
So, instead, we signed her up for residential classes in college, but again, we soon discovered there wasn’t enough funding and time to support her.
I felt…
