The sunshine through the trees. I don’t hate Autism.

I don’t hate Autism. Does it come across that I do? I don’t. At all. I hate parts of it. I hate the parts that make my childs life so difficult. I hate that I can’t make my child understand that I am trying to help. I hate that it makes me scared of my…… Continue reading The sunshine through the trees. I don’t hate Autism.

National Sibling Day. 2018.

The ‘normal’ sibling. I read that today is National Sibling Day in some parts of the US. It got me thinking. I talk alot about how my boy lives in my girls shadow. He is neurotypical but my girl has Autism and other disabilities. I have taken time to talk about how it all affects…… Continue reading National Sibling Day. 2018.

I love you.

Just a little baby, snuggled cosy on my chest, I promised I’d be there for you, to always try my best, To give you all my love, and guide you through the years, To join in with your giggles, and wipe away your tears. You cried and cried and cried and cried and didn’t sleep…… Continue reading I love you.

Birthday Boy. Sibling

“Have you enjoyed your birthday my boy?” “I liked all my presents but not all the….ARGH!!” My girl. My girl is the argh! The shouting, screaming, controlling. The behaviours we expect on someone elses birthday. The everything we don’t want to see. We expect it. We prepare for it. We countdown for birthdays. We buy…… Continue reading Birthday Boy. Sibling

Christmas joy.

Not many things render me speechless, but this little picture did. I just love how my girl has captured the magic of Christmas, and how our little Domino is featured. Our little puppy has captured her heart in ways I had never thought possible. I have felt miserable this week. We saw our Paediatrician this…… Continue reading Christmas joy.

Our little friend.

❤ I hold her close, Up to my nose, Breath her in, Feel her warmth on my skin, Hug her tight, Kiss her goodnight. ❤ Getting a puppy was one of the best things we have ever done for my girl. Little Domino has brought out a side of her that we have never seen.…… Continue reading Our little friend.

My boy. (Siblings.)

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.)