? 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
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?
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.
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.
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.
Dear Autism parents and carers, Scrolling through my social media posts these past few days I have seen so many cries for help. So many of you are struggling with the holidays, with the change to the routine. I am too. We all are. You are not alone. I need to say something to you.…… Continue reading A letter to you all.
As I look into your eyes I see, Anxiety staring back at me, Your empty face looking on, Where, My Girl, have you gone? As I watch you stimming as you stare, I wonder if you are aware, You’ve wondered off, anxiety latched on, Where, My Girl, have you gone? I watch you when you…… Continue reading Where are you?