Life is a bit stressful at the moment so sharing a story I wrote a few years ago. It is loosely based around the Gruffalo and aims to raise Autism Awareness. Please share. 😁🎅 An elf took a stroll through a Christmassy wood, The elf saw a child and stopped where it stood, “What are…… Continue reading An Elf took a stroll…
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 All I want for Christmas.
“It has been nice to have respite” A comment made by my girl who has been home from school this week, ill. An innocent comment referring to the fact that we were having one on one time. A comment that stopped me in my tracks. Respite. We are fortunate to have been granted hours by…… Continue reading Time to think.
Stressed. Won’t get dressed. Restless. Won’t eat breakfast. Fearful. Shouting and tearful. Scared. Won’t let me brush her hair. Panics. Hits and kicks. Confused. Tooth brushing refused. Angry. Complaining of being hungry. Bored. Instructions ignored. Withdrawn. Agrees to put clothes on. Grumpy. Uniform feels lumpy. Frustration. Says no to medication. Rude. Shouts for food. Angry.…… Continue reading School, an emotional journey.
It gets too much. It eats me up. It swallows me whole and there is no way out. I live, eat, and sleep Autism. I am controlled by Autism, by its anxiety. My life is no longer my own. I am angry. I let it get to this point. I let it control everything. I…… Continue reading Anxiety.
My boy. I adore the very ground he walks on. He is my calm in the storm. The light in my dark days. My hug in a fight. He is 8. Only 8 years old and he is the person I turn to. His 10 year old sister has Autism and a list of physical…… Continue reading My boy. (Siblings.)
The crowds are gathering, the grounds are full, There are people everywhere, So much noise from everyone chatting, The smell of hot dogs fills the air. The skys all dark, the crowds go still, The loud silence hurts my ears, No one has said what is happening next, I can’t speak, I’m frozen in fear.…… Continue reading Fireworks; a sensory nightmare.