This year I wonder if it would be easier for me, To load up a world and make a Minecraft Christmas tree, With glowstone for lights and spiderweb tinsel, And spawn creepers and villagers with which to mingle. To make presents with wool blocks in a biome with snow, To make them all colourful and…… Continue reading Alternative Christmas!
Please Santa.? When all is quiet, and I get time for me, I will sit and snuggle up under the tree, I will write to Santa, but not ask for presents, All I want this year is Autism Acceptance. I know it is hard for everyone to see, And you all don’t walk in the…… Continue reading Please Santa…..
T’was the night before school in Our Autism house, Anxiety was affecting everyone, even my girls toy mouse, She’s in a bit of a state, but she does want to go, This school thing is scary, this is all I know; The school clothes are too itchy, she doesn’t want to do her hair, She…… Continue reading School tomorrow…
Some days I look at my girl and wonder what her future holds. I think about whether she will be able to live independently. If she will marry, have a family. If her health problems will allow her to live her life as she wants to. Whether she will need her wheelchair forever. I wonder…… Continue reading Live for today.
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.
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.
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.