Support Groups, a poem.

Support Groups. When what’s holding you together is paper and string, When you’re stretched to the limit, your patience worn thin, When you’re asking and asking for things to be done, When your crying out for help and still getting none, When you’ve had a bad day and have nowhere to turn, When behaviours are…… Continue reading Support Groups, a poem.

Our Young Carer.

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.

Parent friendships.

I like to think I am a kind person. I like to think I am calm and approachable. …..I know I am not a very good friend. I am selfish and absorbed in a world of Autism and disability. They are all I talk about. They are all I think about. Everything I do and…… Continue reading Parent friendships.

Independance.

Whilst out walking the puppy this evening I saw two 9 year old girls out playing. I was shocked mostly because it was dark outside, but also because they were alone. My over anxious mind then started asking me questions. Should I be allowing my girl out to play? Should I be giving her more…… Continue reading Independance.

Ill.

As my girl drifts off to sleep I am grateful to be sitting down. I am ill. I have an infection and I just want to sleep…. ….but I can’t. I have a child with Autism. I can’t be ill. I am not allowed. My child just does not understand. It is not in her…… Continue reading Ill.

What a day!

You know those days where everything goes wrong? Then you look back and over analyse it and then it seems worse? Today has been just that. It started off bad and then lingered all day. My girl was just in one of those moods. The “I absolutely must be in charge of everything” moods. It…… Continue reading What a day!

Just grumpy?

It might be just me getting older, but I feel like I cannot tolerate people anymore. It might be just because I have a child with a disability that not many people understand. It might be just because I have a child with a disability that people are aware of but don’t make the effort…… Continue reading Just grumpy?