The Christmassy Woods. An elf took a stroll through a Christmassy wood, The elf saw a child and stopped where it stood, “What are you doing here, you shouldn’t be alone, Here hold my hand and I’ll take you home,” “No I am here with my friend and he’s called William, But I think he…… Continue reading The christmassy woods. A Christmas Autism awareness story.
I want to reach in and pull it out. Every. Last. Bit. I want it to stop. I want it to leave my child alone. I want it to stop stealing the happiness. I want it gone. All of it. Why is it taking over? Why can’t I make it stop? I don’t want to…… Continue reading ‘It’.
The Spectrum. No two people with Autism are the same, It is a spectrum of symptoms all under one name. Whilst all people share the same difficulties they face, The way it affects them is different in each case. Some people can talk, whilst some make no sounds, Whilst in a few people a healthy…… Continue reading The spectrum. A poem.
The floodgates opened. I cried. And once I started I couldn’t stop. Tears rolling down my cheeks like stormy waves crashing on the shore. Big, ugly, sobbing tears. I haven’t cried for a long time. I can’t even remember when the last time was. I have needed to so many times, but I have pushed…… Continue reading I cried.
I have had days where I have stood in the shower crying so hard that I didn’t know if I was washing with tears or water. I’ve watched in the mirror as my laughter lines grow, as ironically, my laughter dies. I have sat in the night, cowering, watching my shadow. I have made rabbits…… Continue reading My rainbow.
Daddy; “You are not allowed to stick your middle finger up at people, my girl, it is rude and innapropriate.” My girl…….. Sometimes I forget how literal she is! (And how hilarious!)
Since my girl started her new school so many people have asked how she is getting on. Everyday when I take my boy to school, her old teachers, TAs, parents of children I know, parents of children I don’t know, ask about her. They care…… …..for years I thought they didn’t. When she was at…… Continue reading That knot…..