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.

Autism Mums.

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.

Out.

Out. With tears in my eyes, A smile on my face, I’m out making memories, That time can’t erase, Out of our house Where people can see, No sign of my Autism, Cos I’m just being me, But wait, that’s not right, What did I say? I’m out without Autism, I’ve left it at home…… Continue reading Out.

Autism awareness day. Autism reality.

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 Autism awareness day. Autism reality.

It’s Mothers Day (In the UK).

Happy Mothers Day. A poem. It is Mothers Day today, but please spare a thought, For mums who don’t receive gifts their child has bought, For mums who won’t get a card, a picture they have drawn, Or a handmade posy of flowers which they have written their name on. It is Mothers Day today,…… Continue reading It’s Mothers Day (In the UK).

Alone.

Alone. Alone in a room, but people are there, sat down on the floor, I’m up on a chair, watching them playing, a game in a team, I’m staring at them, trying not to be seen, wanting to ask them, if i can join in, sitting on my hands, trying not to stim, rocking to…… Continue reading Alone.