No two people with Autism are the same, It is a spectrum of symptoms all under one name. Whilst all people share the same difficulties they face, The way it affects them is different in each case. Some people can talk, whilst some make no sounds, Whilst in a few people a healthy vocabulary can…… Continue reading The Spectrum.
The crowds are gathering, the grounds are full, There are people everywhere, So much noise from everyone chatting, The smell of hot dogs fills the air. The skys all dark, the crowds go still, The loud silence hurts my ears, No one has said what is happening next, I can’t speak, I’m frozen in fear.…… Continue reading Fireworks; a sensory nightmare.
Happy Halloween from Our Autism! 🎃 My girl has been counting down the days until trick or treat day! She is always so excited about Halloween! Every year it takes me by complete suprise as I have never really been fond of celebrating it so I don’t make a fuss. I am one of those…… Continue reading Happy Halloween.
Our Puppy, Domino, has been with us for 12 days. 12 days of bonding, 12 days of playing, 12 days of seeing tiny things I have never seen before in my girl. Tiny little recognitions of emotions, of feelings and empathy. The puppy has become my girls teacher. Domino is, very slowly, leading my girl…… Continue reading Pupdate.
Cycles. Everything about Autism has cycles. Behaviour is one of the most affected. Behaviours….. We have had a cycle of good behaviour, of reduced behaviours Less biting, less violence, less spitting on hands, less licking. Today it came back, just when I thought everything was better. I know better than that, I know Autism goes…… Continue reading Cycles?
The only emotion, That doesn’t need to be spoken, You can tell from a touch, That touch means so much, Drinking in her smell, Feeling your heart swell, Seeing love in her eyes, Hearing contented sighs, Putting their heads down to sleep, This love is for keeps. ❤
Bin day. One of the worst days of the week for my girl. Not for the obvious reasons; not the bin lorry noise, the smell, or strange men outside. It is because she cannot bear to part with anything…. …..even rubbish. Our house is full to the brim of things I ‘cannot’ throw away. Imagine…… Continue reading Rubbish.