The NHS.

We moan about it everyday, “There’s too much waiting,” we all say, “Where’s my appointment? I’ve been missed” “I don’t want to be placed on another list,” “There are not enough doctors in this place,” “They’ve given priority to another case,” “A box of tablets, is that all you can do?” “Suppose I’ll have to…… Continue reading The NHS.

Carers week 2018.

Am I a stay at home mum or a parent carer? ….or both? Where does it differ? When does one move on to the other? It is complicated and hard to understand. I am a stay at home Mum. I am a parent Carer. It is Carers Week here in the UK. A week dedicated…… Continue reading Carers week 2018.

Our favourite place.

Love is a place, a place that I know, A place we belong, not just where we go, A place we feel wanted, a place we fit in, A place we feel happy, where friendships begin. A place that can turn sad faces to smiles, A place where every second is worthwhile, A place where…… Continue reading Our favourite place.

Alone.

Alone in a room, but people are there, sat down on the floor, I’m up on a chair, watching them playing, a game in a team, I’m staring at them, trying not to be seen, wanting to ask them, if i can join in, sitting on my hands, trying not to stim, rocking to soothe…… Continue reading Alone.

The little things.

The simple things. Life. It goes so quick that we forget to enjoy it. Life is moving so quickly, it is hard to see things clearly. We are constantly busy, the clock ticks by and we have no time to notice it. The seconds turn to minutes, to hours and before you know it, the…… Continue reading The little things.

My child. A poem.

I am me, You are you, I have children, You do too, Mine aren’t naughty, Yours aren’t good, They are just behaving, As children should. I am a mum, You are a Dad, Somedays we are happy, Somedays we are sad, You are normal, I am too, We are all parents, And that’s what we…… Continue reading My child. A poem.

Sinking the Autism Titanic?

What if those who are supposed to be close to you, aren’t? If those who were supposed to understand, don’t? Didn’t want to? Sitting on my Autism Titanic I see little boats trundle by. They wave at me, because they have to. That’s the way it works; all boats wave to each other. A big…… Continue reading Sinking the Autism Titanic?