Sometimes I wonder what I am doing. I lay myself bare, I lay my girl bare. I don’t hold back, I say it as it is. Am I doing the wrong thing? I do it for a reason. I want people to see how it really is. Not just all the positives, but the frightenong…… Continue reading Should I change?
The tornado of negative feelings that has carried me through this week has finally let me go. Reality got me out of there. Remembering that it is not all bad, seeing that it is not all bad. My girl, the positivity I needed to exit the constant spin of feeling a failure. As the whirlwind…… Continue reading Saved!
Just when you think sleep can’t get any worse Mr Weather Man pulls a heatwave out of his bag! My girl has Autism and Sensory Processing Disorder. This can manifest in several ways. Today it showed itself by illustrating my girls difficulty with temperature regulation. Children, and adults, with Autism often have problems with temperature…… Continue reading Thanks Mr Weather Man!
A thank you note to ‘Our Autism’ Dad. Thank you for always being there for us. Always. No matter what. Thank you for going to work on very little sleep to support your family. Thank you for being there for me in the early hours when all I want to do is go to bed.…… Continue reading To Daddy.
I am not asking people to write me an essay on Autism. I am not asking that they spend their evenings researching the condition. I don’t expect them to understand something I will never fully understand myself. I am just asking one thing…. ….please listen to me. I know my child more than anyone else…… Continue reading Listen.
In a world full of sadness I lead with a heavy heart. A head full of ‘what ifs’ and ‘whens’. Tv, radio, social media full of stories of innocent people losing their lives. It is heart breaking. It physically hurts my heart. My girl came home from school to see a dead Blackbird in our…… Continue reading Heavy heart.
So first day back at school today after half term and a weeks holiday. It was supposed to be an easy morning…….because that is what school had planned. It was a good idea, but one I knew was destined to fail. ‘Go with it’ I thought, ‘it may work. It might be the incentive she…… Continue reading It could have worked?