Summer is here, the school holidays have arrived, 47 days off, lots of time to unwind, Relief from the stress of the morning school run, Dealing with anxiety everyday is not fun. 47 days of my children at home with each other, I am hoping and praying my girls nice to her brother, Plenty of…… Continue reading Summer holidays.
As we begin our final week of the school year I came across this poem I wrote and I was reminded how hard we fought, and how very lucky we are, that my girl will be starting a school tailored for her needs in September. They. They try to make her normal, They try to…… Continue reading They and New beginnings.
If it so happened I grew a third hand, I’d have a disability you’d all understand, I wouldn’t need to explain, or put up a fight, Or argue why I think the diagnosis is right. It would be there, on display, for all to see, Confirmation of how things are different for me, But because…… Continue reading Hidden Disability; If I grew a third hand.
We moan about it everyday, “There’s too much waiting,” we all say, “Where’s my appointment? I’ve been missed” “I don’t want to be placed on another list,” “There are not enough doctors in this place,” “They’ve given priority to another case,” “A box of tablets, is that all you can do?” “Suppose I’ll have to…… Continue reading The NHS.
It must be Autism; When they are running around flapping, And you hear incessant foot tapping, When the behaviour looks out of place, And the look of disgust on everyones face. It must be Autism; When people never listen, When your head hurts because you’re so tired, And at 2am your child is still wired,…… Continue reading Autism….a poem.
Autism is not an illness, it is a condition, Its’ not the name of my daughter, It is a list of symptoms from a book, Not something that defines her. She is just a child growing up, In a world that doesn’t understand, That there is no cure, its’ not made up, Ignorance goes hand…… Continue reading Autism is not an illness.
Where did everyone go? What did I do wrong? I seem to have lost most of my friends Since I became a special needs mum. Did you get fed up of listening? Was it just too hard to see? What about how I am feeling? What about me? My life has changed dramatically, I don’t…… Continue reading Feeling alone.