A poem/story promoting Autism Awareness. The lonely little fish. I am a lonely little fish, swimming in the sea, All on my own, no one notices me. My colours are not sparkling, my scales are dull, I swim by myself, but the ocean is full. I want to make some friends, I just don’t know…… Continue reading The lonely little fish.
Just a little baby, snuggled cosy on my chest, I promised I’d be there for you, to always try my best, To give you all my love, and guide you through the years, To join in with your giggles, and wipe away your tears. You cried and cried and cried and cried and didn’t sleep…… Continue reading I love you.
Just when you think you are getting somewhere with Autism Awareness someone asks you if there is a cure. A cure? My only reply was that Autism is not a disease. No one knows what causes Autism. No one. There are many theories, many stories, and lots of new studies being published daily, but there…… Continue reading A cure for Autism?
Today was superhero day at school. The children had worked hard to design their own superhero, and today they were able to dress up and become them for a day. This worried my girl greatly. (She hates superheros and tends to favour the more naughty characters!) She had said she wasn’t going to go in…… Continue reading Autism, being different is a good thing.
Ask my girl a question, any question, and you will always get the same answer. “Dunno”. Whilst I understand it is down to her not knowing what she is expected to answer, I find it really frustrating! She knows the answer but cannot tell us…. ….imagine how frustrating that is for her. It got me…… Continue reading Positivity.
Nobody really knows how to parent. We don’t get an instruction manual or a rule book. We don’t get step by step directions. Yet we do it. There is something inside of us that drives us to. We see the vulnerable little babies and decide that we are going to care for them for the…… Continue reading Parenting the right way.
When I wake him he can’t believe its morning, He greets me with a stretch, still yawning, Blinking as his eyes adjust to the day light, Tired as his sister kept him awake all night, Climbing out of bed, grabbing his clothes, Creeping down the stairs on his tip toes, Trying to avoid disturbing his…… Continue reading Our Young Carer.