It can’t be easy being the sibling of a child with Autism. My boy goes through so much more than anyone could ever imagine. But somehow he manages to still be the rock for my girl, he is her support, her role model. My girl makes my boy’s life difficult, there is no sugar coating…… Continue reading The birthday boy.
As these calmer days go on, I find myself questioning what we are doing differently. What are we doing right? Things are settled. Things are normal for us. Not everyones normal, but no violence, no screaming, no uncontrollable rage, no meltdowns. Things are good. Homelife is good. Our house has been full of illness for…… Continue reading All is calm.
Oh my girl, how I hate to see you unwell. How I hate to see you in pain and discomfort and not know how to soothe you. Oh my girl, how I love the cuddles when you are unwell. How I love that you feel reassured by resting your body against mine. Oh how I…… Continue reading Unwell hugs.
Today is my best friends birthday. Happy Birthday! She is my only truely close friend. I know, and like, many people, and say hello to them as we pass, but, if I am honest, I find friendships difficult. I am, I suppose, an unreliable friend. I am one of those who lets you down last…… Continue reading Best friends.
We made it through Christmas! Actually, Christmas Day was the best we have had in a very long time. I made some subtle changes this year but they made a very big difference! Christmas decorations were kept to a minimum. Presents were only things she had asked for. (Ssshh but there were alot less presents!)…… Continue reading Best Christmas.
The Christmassy Woods. An elf took a stroll through a Christmassy wood, The elf saw a child and stopped where it stood, “What are you doing here, you shouldn’t be alone, Here hold my hand and I’ll take you home,” “No I am here with my friend and he’s called William, But I think he…… Continue reading The christmassy woods. A Christmas Autism awareness story.
Labels. My girl had a bottle of water today. She ripped off the label and laughed saying “Now you don’t know what is in there anymore”. …..but I did, I bought it. I don’t need the label. My girl has a label. Autism. She doesn’t wear that label for all to see. No one knows…… Continue reading A label?