A disagreement

? Question mark. Question? Communication? What does she need to know? What is she asking? My girl is friends with some little boys next door. They chat and play over the fence. As young children do, they had a disagreement. The boys did not want to speak to my girl anymore. Nothing unusual about this…… Continue reading A disagreement

Don’t touch…

Oh, to hold your hand in mine, To make sure you’re safe all the time, Oh, to stroke your long brown hair, A gesture to show how much I care, Oh, to hug you when you cry, To wipe tears falling from your eyes, Oh, to kiss your freckled face, To hold you in my…… Continue reading Don’t touch…

A dog?

I think I may have talked myself into something today….and then talked myself out again. I do this alot. I get a ‘good’ idea, get all excited, only to then focus on the negatives and give it all up again. That is me in a nutshell. Mrs Negative. It was about getting a dog. Something…… Continue reading A dog?

Thank you The Paulos Circus.

Today we did something, as a family, that we never thought we’d be able to do! We went to the circus! The circus? I know, you must think I am crazy! The crowds, the dark, the bright lights, the flashes, the loud noises…. It is a place that people with sensory processing difficulties fear. We…… Continue reading Thank you The Paulos Circus.

When I look in the mirror.

When I looked in the mirror as a little girl, I thought I would grow up and conquer the world, I’d get married, have children and have lots of money, I’d have a big house and live somewhere sunny. When I looked in the mirror as a girl in my teens, My thoughts were of…… Continue reading When I look in the mirror.

Tired. Tried.

Tried….Tired. Trying….Tiring. I don’t think it is a coincidence that those two words look and sound very similar. Today has been both. My girl has been trying today…. …mostly our patience. We are all tired. Holidays do that to us all. Tired because we can relax a little, or tired because we are out and…… Continue reading Tired. Tried.

Attack of the senses.

The senses. Our senses. Something I take for granted, I expect them to work. What if they don’t? What if they are too sensitive? What if they are not sensitive enough? What if the senses were so muddled that they couldn’t do their job properly? Imagine how hard it would be too process all those…… Continue reading Attack of the senses.