Make sense 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 Make sense of the senses.

Don’t worry.

“Don’t worry about what other people think.” I tell people this all the time. I try so hard to practice what I preach, I really do, but sometimes I can’t. Somedays that bit of my brain goes into overdrive and that is all I worry about. …..but that’s ok, isn’t it? I mean, is it…… Continue reading Don’t worry.

They say….

I don’t think that I am different, I can do most things you do, They say that I have special needs, But I need the same as you. I don’t think my behaviour’s challenging, I’m just trying to communicate, They say that I am a naughty girl, My mum will set them straight! I don’t…… Continue reading They say….

Who is she?

Autism Myth: people with Autism lack imagination and the ability to play. Autism Fact: People with Autism typically possess vivid, creative and unique imaginations. “Here, in this small, enclosed space, my girl will take you to the last wilderness and show you the planet and its’ wildlife as you have never seen it before.” Have…… Continue reading Who is she?

All is calm.

As these calmer days go on, I find myself questioning what we are doing differently. What are we doing right? Things are settled. Things are normal for us. Not everyones normal, but no violence, no screaming, no uncontrollable rage, no meltdowns. Things are good. Homelife is good. Our house has been full of illness for…… Continue reading All is calm.

Different.

If you had asked me, 10 years ago, to explain Autism to you, I wouldn’t have had a clue. I haven’t always known about Autism. I wasn’t born knowing about Autism. I have been taught. By my child. When we thought my girl may have Autism I read all the books I could find. I…… Continue reading Different.

That ‘W’ word.

As I tried to console my girl, I absent mindedly used the ‘W’ word. I was greeted by rage. Uncontrollable, raw rage. I know not to use it. We have had this discussion many, many times. I can’t use the ‘A’ word, the ‘G’ word, the ‘S’ word, the ‘E word, or any other of…… Continue reading That ‘W’ word.