The Grumposaurus Rex 

The Grumposaurus Rex. Today we had a visit from the Grumposaurus Rex, It stomped around the house all day with Grumposaurus steps, It growled, it roared, it snapped its teeth, it jabbed us with its claws, It ran through rooms, it kicked the walls, it rattled all the doors. Grumposaurus comes around on every Sunday…… Continue reading The Grumposaurus Rex 

The puppy.

It has gone past being a co-incidence now, and the novelty is certainly not wearing off. It has been 4 weeks since Domino has come home and we have seen so many improvements in my girl! The puppy is not a miracle cure and is never going to take the Autism away, but she is…… Continue reading The puppy.

Am I ready?

Am I ready for the children to go back to school? I have been asked this alot this week. I am often unsure how to answer. Yes, no, as in school uniform and shoes ready? Yes, no, as in mentally ready? I am not ashamed to say I am mentally exhausted. Absolutely physically exhausted. Sleep…… Continue reading Am I ready?

Expectations.

“Better than you expected?” A question that I got asked today. A question I quickly answered before I realised what it meant. This week at school is very different for my girl. For the last 3 days of the week the school have all moved into their, what will be, new classrooms in September. Huge,…… Continue reading Expectations.

It could have worked?

So first day back at school today after half term and a weeks holiday. It was supposed to be an easy morning…….because that is what school had planned. It was a good idea, but one I knew was destined to fail. ‘Go with it’ I thought, ‘it may work. It might be the incentive she…… Continue reading It could have worked?

The pain of school.

Hooray for half term!! 1 whole week of no school! 1 whole week of no school refusals! My 10 year old girl refuses school every single day. She is late for school every single day. I try and try, so hard, to get her in, but it is so, so hard. What do you imagine…… Continue reading The pain of school.

My broken heart.

I cannot bear it. I am heartless. I am mean, every morning she hates me. I know I am heartless; because every single morning my heart breaks a bit more. Surely there can’t be any left. Its just an empty shell pulsing blood around my body. The pain of seeing her so hurt. The despair…… Continue reading My broken heart.