Alternative Christmas!

This year I wonder if it would be easier for me, To load up a world and make a Minecraft Christmas tree, With glowstone for lights and spiderweb tinsel, And spawn creepers and villagers with which to mingle. To make presents with wool blocks in a biome with snow, To make them all colourful and…… Continue reading Alternative Christmas!

Waiting for Christmas…

My Facebook feed is full of Christmas Trees. Beautifully decorated trees. It has started. The countdown to Christmas. It started really early this year, but our tree only went up today. Christmas. The best time of the year for my boy. I love it…..I loved it. It is the hardest for my girl. The waiting.…… Continue reading Waiting for Christmas…

The reality of our autism Christmas.

What. A. Night. What a week, what a month so far! Christmas is such a hard time for my girl. I want to make it lovely, magical…..perfect. I want it to be something she remembers. Happy memories. Special memories. I want to make it something she loves. Every single year as Christmas approaches, behaviours increase,…… Continue reading The reality of our autism Christmas.

The smell….

Having Autism, my girl is not very good at picking up social cues. She has no concern about what people think about her. She finds it difficult to relate an action to a consequence. Recently this has become a slight problem….especially since hormones have made their presence known! Smell. That is what I am talking…… Continue reading The smell….

No Elf on my shelf

Why I don’t do Elf on the Shelf. Tomorrow is the big day. I know for many families this is tradition. I know many families have a lot of fun and joy in doing it, but for us, it’s not to be. Imagine this. My girl at home. A place where she feels safe, a…… Continue reading No Elf on my shelf

Respite….the guilt

I woke up this morning in a panic. My girl has been away for 2 nights respite. I had slept through and thought something awful had happened! 2 nights of sleep and I feel like a new woman. This morning, after the panic resided, I woke up with a feeling of dread, fear, anxiety? I…… Continue reading Respite….the guilt

A letter to my boy.

Dear my boy, I wonder if you realise just how important you are on this journey. How, at 10 years old, you can already do more things with your sister than any adult could ever achieve. How your calming voice can quiet a meltdown before it begins. I wonder if you see how much of…… Continue reading A letter to my boy.