Listen to me!

I am not sure how we can raise Autism Awareness…. ….or acceptance. Or even belief. I think we have all had ‘that look’ when we have told someone that our child has Autism. That look of disregard. I am the expert in my childs’ Autism. I am not an expert in Autism. But… …when I…… Continue reading Listen to me!

Biting..and consequences

Biting has always been an issue with my girl. It seems to come in cycles now as opposed to the everyday bites I used to receive! They are my girls way of communicating something. Something that I don’t always understand. My girls way of gaining the sensory input needed to calm. I don’t like it…… Continue reading Biting..and consequences

She’s back.

Look what’s back! My girls amazing smile ❤ After a hard few days I feel like my daughter has been returned to me. School holidays, lead up to the full moon, hormones, pain? I have no idea what had caused such a difference in behaviour… …but my girl, and her beautiful smile, are back.

All it took

All it took was a friendly face. The day started difficult again. My girl was not happy or approachable. There was nothing I could do to make her smile. My Dad sent me a message and offered to come over. He changed the day completely. My girl absolutely adores her Grandad. He has some kind…… Continue reading All it took

Tried. Trying.

I am trying to remain upbeat. I am trying to enjoy the time I have at home with my children. I am trying not to count down the 24 days of school holidays they have left. I am trying….. …..but so is my girl. Today she has tried every single ounce of my emotions. Both…… Continue reading Tried. Trying.

Autism and surfing therapy.

The sand was soft, the sky was clear, The beach awash with volunteers, The waves were calling out their names, As down the path the people came, Armed with smiles and excited screams, To do the thing they’d often dreamed, To feel the sea and ride the waves, No disability would hold you back today.…… Continue reading Autism and surfing therapy.

Fed up.

I don’t hate Autism…. ….but I don’t always like it. I don’t like the way I don’t understand it. I don’t like the way I can’t see the world through its’ eyes. I don’t like the anxiety and fustration. I don’t like the meltdowns and violence. I don’t like the way it hurts me. I…… Continue reading Fed up.