Difficult admissions

I find it hard to ask for help. I plod on hoping things will improve when actually all that happens is I end up at the point where I sob my heart out and feel hopeless.
Yesterday was one of those days. Difficult classes didn't help. I ended up feeling angry that things at home had got to this stage and despair that no one had seemed to want to help. When we first realised Nate was disabled I was keen to access all the services we could. This included an initial assessment by the children with disabilities social services team followed by a carers assessment. As I've mentioned before we turned down the offer of respite with foster carers or other non medical people on safety grounds but were told Nate wasn't ill enough to warrant medical respite. A later conversation implied that yes they might consider it but only if we were very desperate. I think me nearly crying down the phone must have seemed desperate enough as they are coming to do a core assessment and try to sort respite.
Today I had a phone call out of the blue to say nates SN buggy was ready. After only 3 weeks! And yes I almost fainted with shock! Then I had a lovely meeting with portage. I usually only see them at groups I take Nate too but we finally got off the portage waiting list and got a home visit. As I see them every week anyway I felt comfortable enough to explain our situation and they are bending over backwards to help us anyway they can. They made me feel like I wasn't the only SN mother to have a wobble and need support. They were understanding without being patronising or nicey nicey. They knew exactly what we needed and are off to sort things.

Ive rambled on a bit. But what I can say is although I felt humiliated asking for help and admitting that, well, we just can't carry on like this, it seems that it might just be worth it.