It might be just me getting older, but I feel like I cannot tolerate people anymore. It might be just because I have a child with a disability that not many people understand. It might be just because I have a child with a disability that people are aware of but don’t make the effort…… Continue reading Just grumpy?
Bleurgh…. You know that feeling when you can’t quite describe how you feel. When all you want to do is drink wine and eat chocolate…….except you are too tired to do either. Bleurgh…. You know when the weekend is over and you need to make plans for the week ahead. When you have school clothes…… Continue reading Bleurgh.
What is fear? We all have fears. Things we are scared of. Things we avoid. What if we don’t recognise it as a fear? What if we have difficulties with knowing what emotion we are feeling? When behaviours are caused by something you are scared of. When behaviours get worse because you don’t know how…… Continue reading Fears and tears.
Today is World Mental Health Day. A day we should all be talking about. Trying to dispel the stigma. Mental Health problems, either directly or indirectly, affect us all at some point of our life. Just like Autism, they are often hidden disabilities. People may look like they are thriving but they are barely just…… Continue reading World Mental Health Day.
My favourite part of Autism is that my girl does not try to be like everyone else. She doesn’t like boy bands just because her friends do. She doesn’t take pouting selfies, like her friends do. She doesn’t pretend to be something she is not. She is comfortable in her own skin. I don’t think…… Continue reading Don’t be afraid to be you.
I watch you walk out the door, And I find myself asking, A question I have never asked before, My heart beats faster, As reality creeps in, Who will be there for you when I’m gone? That’s something I don’t know, Because I have not wanted to think, Of what will happen when I go.…… Continue reading When I’m gone.
My head is so full of stuff. Stuff to do. Stuff to think about. Stuff I am worried about. Stuff I don’t need to think about. It is full. To bursting point. My head aches. Physical pain from storing stuff. The stuff all parents store, but then the extras having a child with additional needs…… Continue reading Stuff.