Please Santa.? When all is quiet, and I get time for me, I will sit and snuggle up under the tree, I will write to Santa, but not ask for presents, All I want this year is Autism Acceptance. I know it is hard for everyone to see, And you all don’t walk in the…… Continue reading Please Santa…..
Something struck me today. Something that I hadn’t thought about. I thought people judged my girls behaviour because she was young. I thought it was maybe because she looked out of control….like I was out of control. I thought all the snide comments and sideward glances were because I am supposed to have taught my…… Continue reading Now that she’s tall!
Dear neighbours, I sit here crying not knowing what to say as sorry never seems enough. I don’t know what I am even apologising for, I just feel the need to explain. To explain away the noise, the shouting, the endless nights we have kept you awake. My silent tears fall as the chaos around…… Continue reading A letter to my neighbours.
The more time I spend trying to analyse my girls behaviour, the clearer it becomes. I begin to see her deep down below the swirls of fustration and confusion. I see her lost eyes shining through the murky fog. I hear her constant questions buzzing trying to get my attention. I feel her anger as…… Continue reading The eyes can’t tell.
Just when you feel you are completely failing at being a Mother. When you feel you have not managed the holidays correctly. When you feel down and completely exhausted…. ….and then your child hands you a picture she has drawn…. ….that. ❤
Many people with Autism have difficulties processing sensory information. They have difficulties processing the information correctly. The information gets lost, or diverted the wrong way, causing problems with sensitivity. It can change, and fluctuate, between being over sensitive, under sensitive, or both at the same time. When a person struggles to process sensory information, they…… Continue reading Autism and the heatwave.
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.