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Disability benefits when your child turns 16

Oscar was 16 in February and I had no idea what that meant when it came to Centrelink and the payments and services we get from it.

In a nutshell, when your child turns 16 you’ll need to:

  • get their student number (from school records)
  • get them a tax file number
  • get them a proof of age card
  • apply for the
    – disability support pension
    – pension education supplement,
    – mobility allowance, and
    – authorisation to act on their behalf.
    OR
    – a new health care card if not applying for the pension

 

The first contact we had with Centrelink was a few months before he turned 16. Essentially it was confirming he was turning 16 and that he was staying in school. You will need their student number and to be honest I can’t remember where I got it from. If you ring their school they would be able to provide it.

There was a confusing section of the form which referred to Year 12 and seeing as he was starting Year 10 I rang them to clarify just what I should put there. They advised me what to do and I sent the form off.

The next correspondence I got was that we would no longer receive any Family Assistance for him as he had completed Year 12.

A phone call to them and them taking almost 15 minutes to resolve the problem. Clearly the form is poorly worded as it was an issue she knew would take some time to rectify.

She also said I’d called before it became set/official and therefore harder to change. There was nothing on the form alerting me to that, so, if you have problems or disagree with what they’ve done ring them straight away.

I should stop here and say every single interaction I have had with Centrelink has always been with staff who are clearly competent and doing their utmost to help you.

Next.

If you have a health care card for your child it will automatically stop when they turn 16 without telling you. 

You need to reapply for it. I’m not sure if there are different forms for different applicants but our form was called “Application for a Health Care Card for former recipients of a Carer Allowance Health Care Card”. You can access the form here. The form’s code is SS456.

However, if you’re on the ball and applying for the pension as soon as they turn 16, the pension gives them a health care card with a heap more benefits so applying for a new one would be redundant.

 

The Disability Support Pension

You are eligible for the disability support pension if

  • you’re aged 16 or more, are blind or have a physical, intellectual or psychiatric disability.
  • you are unable to work, or to be retrained for work, for 15 hours or more per week at or above the relevant minimum wage within the next two years because of your “impairment” or
  • you’ve been assessed as having a severe impairment or as having actively participated in a program of support.

There are different pension amounts depending on your circumstance. For Oscar – under 21, single, living at home – he will get $345 a fortnight.

I’m only talking about this from my experience and specifically about a 16 year old – this is by no means advice, just a heads up as to what we have experienced. Take from it what you will.

 

I rang Centrelink disability line – 132 717 – to get the forms sent out to us. Remember, call right on 8:30 unless you have a LOT of spare time to sit on hold.

 

They will not automatically send the forms out when your child turns 16, you have to instigate the process.

 

Also note that when you get the forms they give you a deadline to submit them. I essentially had three days due to Easter and the ANZAC day long weekend.

 

Applying for the disability support pension is an undertaking. The form is incredibly comprehensive (30+ pages). There is also a medical report booklet and an income and assets booklet. I baulked at the income and assets booklet but one of the service staff, while commiserating with me, said the form covers everyone from 16 up to when the age pension kicks in so it has to cover absolutely every scenario. I think this is a pretty large flaw in the application process but there you have it.

 

Within the form there are also questions for a mobility allowance and the pension education supplement (PES) (which is worth an extra $64 a fortnight). You need to download and fill in the PES form from here.

 

Things you will need for the disability support pension application:

You’ll need their school student number, ring the school to get this as I didn’t have any documentation with such a number.

You need enough forms of identification for your child that adds up to 100 points. Their birth certificate is only worth 70 points, a bank statement is worth 40, a proof of age form is also 40 points. A student ID card, three school reports for different years or semesters  or a medicare card  are worth 20 points each.

We’re off to the RTA this afternoon to get Oscar’s proof of age. I figure this will be good to have anyway. (Update: we got it and it cost $39 for five years.)

School reports that indicates their IQ, capacity for independent living and other associated problems. At Oscar’s school there is an independent transition plan which is very thorough and clinical. Oscar’s school report runs 15 pages long. I gave them both.

And the kicker – a tax file number (TFN). You can apply for this online. Because Centrelink and the ATO talk to each other we just provided a print out of our TFN application and that was enough.

The medical form

I was pretty cranky about having to do this, considering we’d just done a doctor’s report late last year. Luckily, it turned out we didn’t because he was 16 and his “only” disability is intellectual and he attends a special school and we could provide school reports which indicate his IQ, capacity for independent living and other “associated problems”.

I suspect we also didn’t have to because of the recent nature of our last doctor report but don’t quote me on that.

Income and Assets

Basically the only thing we filled in on this form was Oscar’s bank details. Everything else was ticked no. I think if you’ve got a trust for your child or other assets it’s a whole other story. The form is incredibly comprehensive.

 

You’ll also need to fill in the “Authorising a person or organisation to enquire or act on your behalf” form. This gives you the right to act on their behalf. Download it here.

 

And you’re done.

Take everything in to Centrelink – so you’ll have:

  • The disability support pension form (completed with their TFN)
  • The income and assests form
  • The medical report (if necessary)
  • Birth Certificate (I also took mine in just in case. I can’t remember if she needed it/looked at it)
  • Other identity forms: eg medicare card, proof of age card, bank statements
  • Pension Education Supplement form
  • School reports from three different semesters (if applicable – for evidence you don’t need the medical form)
  • Authorisation to act on their behalf form

 

ONWARD!

 


Stuff and Nonsense

I’m working on a new project that has my stress levels in the category of stratospheric but the phrase “just think of the money” is keeping me going. When I first landed the gig, which I got after cold calling a guy I went to uni with, I totally freaked the fuck out. Of course my FTFO is so stellar I jump straight from “why, I’m feeling a tad stressed about this new project, which is a completely normal emotion” in about 1 millionth of a second to “I’m just going to kill myself because everyone would be better off that way”. Incredibly I’m five weeks into the 12 week project and am a) still alive and b)not as suicidal. Good times. Also, just think of the money.

We’ve just wrapped up the first term of our school year. First term is hard. For starters it features the hottest and most humid of months along with the brutal re-entry from 6 weeks of holidays. There’s new teachers to adjust to, new routines and the whole begrudging trudge back into the land of school lunches, 5,000 notes and late night washing for a clean uniform the following day.

Oscar’s still on his long term (3 month) antibiotic regime to ward off the not-but-maybe-osteomylitis-always-cellulitis but has tonight come down with a wicked temperature and head-ache. In a normal child this is called a virus. In Oscar it’s called CODE RED HIGH ALERT. I will look anxiously at his left ankle, the offender, in the morning as tonight it was not hot, red, or swollen. While I am wishing this to be some bog standard ailment or flu, my friend J just had a flu so violent it was named the black death vomit. I’m not wishing for that either.

Felix had his first Duke of Edinburgh camp last weekend. It rained on them for about 12 hours the first day and at that stage they all hated it with a passion. The next day gave them a weather reprieve and firmly planted the adventure back into the category of awesome. I am so so stoked Felix is doing DofE and thrilled he got as much from it as he did. This was a test hike with a staff member hiking with them. The real deal later in the year will be groups of them going out on their own. I think as a parent I’m meant to feel apprehensive about that but curiously, no. Just lots of excitement for him.

Jasper. Well Jasper spent the entire duration of Grover’s rugby game in the car colouring in. The kid has smarts, it rained on us three times. He’s learning guitar and a teacher change mid-term saw his attitude towards it change markedly. He doesn’t want to play rugby or any other sport (he did an 8-week cricket thing with Grover but I think that was more on the fact they got a shirt, hat and bat than any great love of the game) but was gutted last week when his best-rusted-on-friend-for-life was picked for a school team and he wasn’t.

Grover’s obsession has moved on from cricket to rugby with the change of season. He won man of the match in their first game last week and my concerns he might have peaked early abated with his performance on the field this morning. He’s such a cracker of a kid. I refused to lie down with him at bedtime a few nights back because, well I just didn’t want to, and he wailed and carried on like I’d amputated the wrong leg. By the time I went back up there he was a hot steaming mess of tears and snot. He clung to me and said, “I just needed a friend to help me go to sleep.” “Am I your friend?” “Yes”. Kid has me wrapped around his little finger.

Onward.


New Favourite

This New Favourite is a little different from the normal musical ones, but a must watch all the same.

The budget is around the corner. There’s going to be a $12bn deficit – or something like that. Ructions are growing about how something like the National Disability Insurance Scheme will be funded.

As disability advocated and all-round legend Stella Young said in a piece on The Punch today, how insulting.

This isn’t about propping up a failing industry or pouring more good money after bad into a flawed and failing asylum seeker policy – situations where money is simply found, no questions asked.

I’m so done with people being self-centred and scared. Let’s be brave, let’s be daring, let’s do what is right.

 


Quite something

Today the Australian Parliament passed a bill that turns on its head the way this country has treated people with a disability. The National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS) turns our current system on its head, from one of ‘please Sir, can I have some more’ welfare to one which recognises them for what they are, people. It makes a vital change in the whole mentality around disability services by turning it to one of support being an investment not charity.

It will be a medicare type scheme providing a secure and consistent pool of funds for services and support to people with a disability.

Many people think that already exists.

No, what exists is a yearly allocation of funds. Those funds run out half way through the year? No matter, go onto the waiting list. But oh, yes there’s quite a few before you so you might not be successful next year either. But maybe the year after that!

That scenario was told to me at an early information session on the NDIS by a mother trying to secure an automated bed for her profoundly disabled adult son. Those beds cost several thousands of dollars. When she queried what she was meant to do the service suggested she approach a charity or maybe hold a fund-raiser. For her son’s bed.

The NDIS has been a concept kicked around our hallowed halls for 40 years. Something people have given lip service to but not much more.

I do not care what your political leaning, I do.not.care. but this Government is the first to actually action it. The first to say this is important, to say to the four million or so Australians who have a disability that they matter.

To grasp the scale of that, those four million people equates roughly to the population of Melbourne. Then consider the 2.6 million Australians who care for family members with a disability. Now you’ve got the population of Victoria.

As soon as you hear someone start to say how great it is but gee, how we can fund this, how we can pay for it I want you to tell them you’re talking about the population of Victoria. You’re going to turn your back on an entire State?

I want you to tell them that ALMOST HALF of people living with a disability in Australia live in poverty or very close to it.

Tell them the median income of someone with a disability is HALF that of someone without a disability and that even though the number of people with a disability grows, participation in the workforce for the sector has remained unchanged since 2003.

I want you to tell them that they are witnessing something of magnitude, something other countries will look to, a true moment in time for our political and social history.

It is the sign of a civilised society.

If we need to make some hard calls to make it work then that is what will be done.

Not because it’s nice, not because it makes us feel good, but because this is about ensuring no one gets left behind. That no matter what dodgy chromosome you were born with, or whether you can hear, or see, or walk or talk, YOU MATTER.

Now the scheme won’t cover all of us. It is designed to support the most severely disabled among us. I actually wonder if Oscar will be eligible but that is of little concern because there are so so many who do.

At the end of last year I spoke at length with Senator Jan McLucas, Parliamentary Secretary to the Prime Minister and for Disability and Carers. She’s been working on disability matters since 2004 when a raft of recommendations were made after a Senate Enquiry into disability services but even then she said they knew they were “tinkering at the edges”.

The NDIS looks at the individual and their needs over a lifetime. It gives families one point of contact and while it doesn’t sound like much it means families only need to provide the history once. It’s about investing in the individual. “We want families to stay strong, stay together and be supported as they want to be supported,” she said.

Some states – WA and Tasmania – actually have a model along those lines. Jog it in WA and Tas!

For the rest of us it will take some time with pilot programs starting in five states to get it underway. One of the most exciting aspects Jan told me about the scheme is that the system will be one that looks at the individual’s needs at that point in time. At the moment you have to re-invent the wheel at every milestone.

“If you’re a 6 month old child with Downs Syndrome the support is essentially to the mum and dad. Totally different to a 16 year old with Downs and then extrapolate that to when they’re 26. The focus on the person will be much more acute but we’ll also be viewing the person in their environment,” she said.

I hope people not impacted by a disability grasp the gravity of that.

ABC story here.

ONWARD!

 

 


Fifteen

Somehow we went from this:

Apparently I was 12 when I gave birth

Apparently I was 12 when I gave birth

Oscar at 1 month old

Oscar at 1 month old

To this:

Fine specimen of a teenager

Fine specimen of a teenager

Oscar was 10 days old when they told us he had a rare genetic disorder. We were having cuddles with him, something so precious in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, and I looked down at him thinking all the while, “I can’t fix this, this is in every cell, every structure, every drop of blood coursing through your veins”. I looked at the doctor and said, “But he’s perfect”.

There have been plenty of moments since then where I have felt just as hopeless.

The nursing educator of the unit, a wondrous woman, told me with a steely edge in her voice which meant business that if all of us had our genes tested it’d throw up some pretty interesting findings and to just raise him and treat him just as we would did we not know about his dodgy chromosome four.

And here we all stand, 15 years down. It’s so easy to look at Oscar – and indeed any person with special needs or a disability – as a series of deficits, a catalogue of failed milestones, of endless worry. But I’m still not sure how that actually benefits Oscar.

So who is this boy of mine?

His best mate is Josh.

He loves WWE wrestling, AFL, soccer, playing xbox and listening to music.

He is outrageously nosey and social. He knows all our neighbours – some of which I still haven’t met.

He has a heart as big as an ocean.

He’s good on the tooth.

 

For me, the greatest challenge is to not just parent the disability. It is so easy to fall into the functional – trying to bed down routines can take (and still are) years, the doctor appointments, the therapies, the assessments – that I forget the teenager wanting to listen to his music, hang out with his friends and flex the freedom I so easily bestow to his younger brothers.

How do you loosen the reigns when the potential for disaster is so great?

I know two families whose disabled children are now in their 20s and they tell me they’ve just had their worst year ever, both due to issues of mental health. In the Christmas break I witnessed Oscar having what I thought were fairly obvious anxiety attacks but he can’t articulate it and I don’t want to put words in his mouth.

Mental health issues and an intellectual disability. How you like them apples?

But you know what, it is what it is.

I have to look to Oscar – is he happy, is he stimulated, does he feel like a part of something, does he feel loved, safe and secure – and take my cues from him. And when I do that? I think we’re all doing ok.

In this house we might fall down seven times but we rise up eight.

Manchild

Ogga

 

Onward.

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