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.
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.
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.
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. 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; 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. 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.