Hangman.

Hangman. My girl may not be able to verbalise her emotions but she can make Mr HangMan let me know that she was annoyed at me for not guessing the word correctly! Ok, so maybe not entirely appropriate, but when you have a child who struggles so much with her feelings, I think I can…… Continue reading Hangman.

I am a Mum.

I just want to be a Mum. If I knew then, what I knew now, Would that make me a better Mum somehow? If I knew the diagnosis, before she was born, If I could have, possibly, been warned. Not warned of the Autism, but of all the fights, Just to get access to her…… Continue reading I am a Mum.

Autism Mums; a poem.

Autism Mums; a poem. When it is quiet and I get a moment alone, I think of my girl, how much she has grown, How far she has come in a short space of time, In the darkest of days, she is my sunshine. The visions I had when she was first diagnosed, How I…… Continue reading Autism Mums; a poem.

Giving in.

Some days pass by in a blur of giving in. Ok, so maybe more than some days, but I just don’t know how to change it. How do you change a childs demand when they do not understand why you are refusing it? How do you make them see the importance of it? This will…… Continue reading Giving in.

Overprotective Mum?

When you look at me, what do you see? An overprotective Mum, probably, In fact I know that you do, I’ve heard it said, But think of me like this instead; My child has problems that you cannot see, Conditions called hidden disabilities, I may always have to be at her side, She cannot be…… Continue reading Overprotective Mum?

11!

11 years ago I was cradling my day old baby. Sniffing her bald little head I was imagining what the future may bring. I was looking forward to her first steps, her first word. Sitting in hospital I was thinking of our first night at home, her first bath…. …everything was going to be perfect.…… Continue reading 11!

So proud.

So proud. So exhausted… ….but more proud! 3 nights of next to no sleep. Huge meltdowns. Stimming. Repeating the same thing over and over. Anxiety, huge anxiety. But…. …..she did it!! Tonight was the school xmas fayre. Being in the last year of primary meant the children were given more responsibility. They were given their…… Continue reading So proud.