Happy to sad…

Why is parenting so hard? So painfully hard? My girl. My heart hurts for her today. She wasn’t well but wanted to go to school for her favourite lesson with her favourite teacher. This is unheard of for her. School used to be the thing she hated the most. I was so, so proud of…… Continue reading Happy to sad…

Don’t worry.

“Don’t worry about what other people think.” I tell people this all the time. I try so hard to practice what I preach, I really do, but sometimes I can’t. Somedays that bit of my brain goes into overdrive and that is all I worry about. …..but that’s ok, isn’t it? I mean, is it…… Continue reading Don’t worry.

They say….

I don’t think that I am different, I can do most things you do, They say that I have special needs, But I need the same as you. I don’t think my behaviour’s challenging, I’m just trying to communicate, They say that I am a naughty girl, My mum will set them straight! I don’t…… Continue reading They say….

My hero.

Our Young Carer. When I wake him he can’t believe its morning, He greets me with a stretch, still yawning, Blinking as his eyes adjust to the day light, Tired as his sister kept him awake all night, Climbing out of bed, grabbing his clothes, Creeping down the stairs on his tip toes, Trying to…… Continue reading My hero.

That ‘W’ word.

As I tried to console my girl, I absent mindedly used the ‘W’ word. I was greeted by rage. Uncontrollable, raw rage. I know not to use it. We have had this discussion many, many times. I can’t use the ‘A’ word, the ‘G’ word, the ‘S’ word, the ‘E word, or any other of…… Continue reading That ‘W’ word.