What a day!

The dentist. The place where my girl is at her most vulnerable, the place she hates more than anywhere else. Today we were there for an appointment for my boy. “Take my girl, show her that it isn’t a place to fear” …a logical thought process….or so I thought. Here is proof that I still…… Continue reading What a day!

Bleurgh.

Bleurgh…. You know that feeling when you can’t quite describe how you feel. When all you want to do is drink wine and eat chocolate…….except you are too tired to do either. Bleurgh…. You know when the weekend is over and you need to make plans for the week ahead. When you have school clothes…… Continue reading Bleurgh.

Proud Mum!

Just when you start to sink in a sea of negativity, someone comes along and throws you a life line and you remember why you have been tredding water for so long. There are alays positives. ALWAYS. Even when all you can see is black, there is always a rainbow shining for you somewhere. Even…… Continue reading Proud Mum!

The Grumposaurus Rex 

The Grumposaurus Rex. Today we had a visit from the Grumposaurus Rex, It stomped around the house all day with Grumposaurus steps, It growled, it roared, it snapped its teeth, it jabbed us with its claws, It ran through rooms, it kicked the walls, it rattled all the doors. Grumposaurus comes around on every Sunday…… Continue reading The Grumposaurus Rex 

She has a name.

She is the same, She has a name, It is not Autism, She has that condition. It doesn’t define her, It does explain her, She still can play, In a different way, She still wants friends, With time she can spend, She wants invites to birthdays, She won’t ruin your day, She may seem a…… Continue reading She has a name.

The puppy.

It has gone past being a co-incidence now, and the novelty is certainly not wearing off. It has been 4 weeks since Domino has come home and we have seen so many improvements in my girl! The puppy is not a miracle cure and is never going to take the Autism away, but she is…… Continue reading The puppy.

Illness.

One of the hardest things about being a parent is seeing your child ill. What if seeing it was as much information as you got because your child couldn’t communicate it to you? Harder, because you don’t know how to help. “Oh, aren’t they brave?” “They didn’t make a fuss”, “They never mentioned they felt…… Continue reading Illness.