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 basic rights, An appointment, a specialist, the…… Continue reading I just want to be a Mum.

Autism and surfing therapy.

The sand was soft, the sky was clear, The beach awash with volunteers, The waves were calling out their names, As down the path the people came, Armed with smiles and excited screams, To do the thing they’d often dreamed, To feel the sea and ride the waves, No disability would hold you back today.…… Continue reading Autism and surfing therapy.

So very tired.

I’m tired of always having to fight, I’m tired of being the one to put things right, I’m tired of always having to explain, I’m tired of repeating myself over again, I’m tired of teaching people who should know better, I’m tired of writing emails and letters, I’m tired of my words falling on deaf…… Continue reading So very tired.

Fathers Day.

A thank you note to ‘Our Autism’ Dad. Thank you for always being there for us, Always. Without question. Thank you for working on very little sleep, Despite your apparent exhaustion, Thank you for being there in the early hours, When all you need is sleep, Thank you for answering your phone every 5 minutes,…… Continue reading Fathers Day.

There’s always good.

Some days it pays, To raise your head to the sky, Fill your lungs with fresh air, Watch the branches up high, Clear your mind of the stress, Watch your worries float away, Be thankful and happy, You’ve got through the day. Not everyday is a good day, But there is something good in everyday.…… Continue reading There’s always good.

What a weekend. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry… Today has been rough, today has been hard, My girls’ behaviour has caught me off guard, A long weekend; what she needed I thought, But today has been manic, emotions were fraught. I forgot to remember how she would feel, When the routine was changed, it is a big deal, For her, for…… Continue reading What a weekend. I’m sorry.

Depression.

Depression. From the deepest hole of darkness, I look up to see the light, My feet are tethered to the ground, By anxiety and fright, Depressions’ got a grip on me, I fear it’ll never let go, The space is growing darker, As the evil demon grows. In the deepest hole of darkness, The light…… Continue reading Depression.