Some days I can’t do it.
I just can’t.
The shouting, the demands, the behaviours……
…the constant everything,
I just can’t do it.
I want to shout, scream, tell her to go to her room.
I want it to stop.
I want her to listen, to do as I ask.
I want her to tell me what she wants, how she feels.
The screaming, the shouting, the demands.
I don’t even know what she is demanding.
She won’t tell me, can’t tell me.
Shouting, screaming.
It gets too much.
All of it. Constant. Everyday.
I just can’t do it.
You can judge me.
You can call me a bad Mum.
I am past caring.
I can only concentrate on Autism because that is all that consumes me.
All day. Everyday.
I am at breaking point.
Me, me, me.
It is all about me.
This is about me.
I can’t do it….
…..but what about her?
Is this how she feels?
She’s had enough, she can’t do it anymore?
I don’t even know because she can’t tell me.
Is that what she is trying to tell me?
The screaming, the shouting, the constant demands.
Is that what it is all about?
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