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.
I’m sat upstairs and all I can hear downstairs is laughter. I’ve watched them play together all morning. Excitement, giggles, role play, no one in control, just play. It is calm, and happy. No fights, no shouting. I’m sat upstairs smiling. Inside is far from smiles. Inside my heart is crying. My girl is at…… Continue reading Friendships.
Myth: Autism is caused by bad parenting. Truth: In the 1950’s the term “refrigerator mums arose and suggested that Autism was caused by Mums who lacked emotional warmth. This, of course, was proven to be false. The irony is, of course, is this how I often feel! I spend my days wondering what I did…… Continue reading Myth.
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?
“I want never gets”. We have all heard it said, probably all said it.. ….only now as an adult do I realise how true it is. Never have I had so many wants until I had children. I want them to be happy. I want them to be healthy. I want them to have the…… Continue reading I want never gets.
“If I had a super power I would put my hands in my head and pull out the words like bricks and throw them at people or fire them out like a nerf gun.” This was my girls response when I asked her what super power she could choose. Expecting her to say invisibility, flying,…… Continue reading Super powers.
9 years of sleepless nights 9 years of learning to see the world from a different perspective. 9 years of parent classes. 9 years of endless hospital appointments. 9 years of comments, pointing and staring. 9 years of very little time together. 9 years of meltdowns. 9 years of hurt, despair and helplessness. 9 years…… Continue reading 9 years.