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…..
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. ❤
Some days I look at my girl and wonder what her future holds. I think about whether she will be able to live independently. If she will marry, have a family. If her health problems will allow her to live her life as she wants to. Whether she will need her wheelchair forever. I wonder…… Continue reading Live for today.
Happy Mothers Day. A poem. It is Mothers Day today, but please spare a thought, For mums who don’t receive gifts their child has bought, For mums who won’t get a card, a picture they have drawn, Or a handmade posy of flowers which they have written their name on. It is Mothers Day today,…… Continue reading It’s Mothers Day (In the UK).
I was casually chatting to the cashier today as she was scanning my shopping. She asked me what I was up to today. I told her that Monday is mostly cleaning up after the weekend. She asked if we’d had guests, I told her no, we just have children! I explained that we don’t tend…… Continue reading Invisible?
I can’t decide what is worse: Seeing your child in pain, or knowing there is nothing you can do to help. Today they are both breaking my heart. I am angry because my child has this ‘thing’ that I cannot take away. I am upset because I wish it was me that was hurting instead.…… Continue reading Pain.
Hidden disabilities. Are they? I mean, once we understand the disability, is it really hidden? I could probably pick out a child on the spectrum because I know……I understand. To the public yes it is hidden. Not the disability. The diagnosis. The understanding of the diagnosis. Not so much hidden, but misunderstood. My girl doesn’t…… Continue reading Who has the disability?