Autism. It is all my fault.

Autism… …..it is all my fault. My baby wasn’t planned. I thought I couldn’t get pregnant. I was Anorexic and Bulimic. I wouldn’t eat for days and then I would binge and vomit. …..it is all my fault. I didn’t eat properly when I was pregnant. I worked 12.5 hour shifts where I was on…… Continue reading Autism. It is all my fault.

Stop saying that about Autism.

Two things annoy me. Well not annoy me, hurt me. 1) When people describe Autism as a label to cover up a childs’ bad behaviour. 2) When people tell others that thier child has Autism without first having a diagnosis. Both are demeaning and hurtful to those that have been through the diagnostic procedure. Autism…… Continue reading Stop saying that about Autism.

I love you.

Just a little baby, snuggled cosy on my chest, I promised I’d be there for you, to always try my best, To give you all my love, and guide you through the years, To join in with your giggles, and wipe away your tears. You cried and cried and cried and cried and didn’t sleep…… Continue reading I love you.

Not so wise words….

Not so wise words. Autism is not because I’m a bad Mum, “That Kid” doesn’t need “a smack on the bum”, That child is not being a “brat”, I’m not just letting them “be like that”, Autism isn’t just “bad behaviour”, Your ‘helpful’ comments aren’t doing me a favour, They won’t be cured from “a…… Continue reading Not so wise words….

“These children”

“These children.” “School get more money for taking these children.” ….The things you over hear. “These children”…. My girl is one of those children. Two families sat chatting in a drs waiting room, loudly I might add, about a disruptive child in school. A child who was shouting and making the teacher cross. A child…… Continue reading “These children”

11!

11 years ago I was cradling my day old baby. Sniffing her bald little head I was imagining what the future may bring. I was looking forward to her first steps, her first word. Sitting in hospital I was thinking of our first night at home, her first bath…. …everything was going to be perfect.…… Continue reading 11!

I love you for being you. An Autism poem.

Just a little baby, snuggled cosy on my chest, I promised I’d be there for you, to always try my best, To give you all my love, and guide you through the years, To join in with your giggles, and wipe away your tears. You cried and cried and cried and cried and didn’t sleep…… Continue reading I love you for being you. An Autism poem.