A disagreement

? Question mark. Question? Communication? What does she need to know? What is she asking? My girl is friends with some little boys next door. They chat and play over the fence. As young children do, they had a disagreement. The boys did not want to speak to my girl anymore. Nothing unusual about this…… Continue reading A disagreement

Thank you The Paulos Circus.

Today we did something, as a family, that we never thought we’d be able to do! We went to the circus! The circus? I know, you must think I am crazy! The crowds, the dark, the bright lights, the flashes, the loud noises…. It is a place that people with sensory processing difficulties fear. We…… Continue reading Thank you The Paulos Circus.

When I look in the mirror.

When I looked in the mirror as a little girl, I thought I would grow up and conquer the world, I’d get married, have children and have lots of money, I’d have a big house and live somewhere sunny. When I looked in the mirror as a girl in my teens, My thoughts were of…… Continue reading When I look in the mirror.

Attack of the senses.

The senses. Our senses. Something I take for granted, I expect them to work. What if they don’t? What if they are too sensitive? What if they are not sensitive enough? What if the senses were so muddled that they couldn’t do their job properly? Imagine how hard it would be too process all those…… Continue reading Attack of the senses.

Prisoner.

I feel like a prisoner. Being held hostage by Autism; by anxiety. Enclosed in a house with no way out, locked windows and doors. Curtains drawn to avoid the bright sunlight and the shadows of the unknown. Dressed in a uniform dictated by my captor; by sensory processing problems. Clothes that are soft and loose.…… Continue reading Prisoner.

Where are you?

As I look into your eyes I see, Anxiety staring back at me, Your empty face looking on, Where, My Girl, have you gone? As I watch you stimming as you stare, I wonder if you are aware, You’ve wondered off, anxiety latched on, Where, My Girl, have you gone? I watch you when you…… Continue reading Where are you?