Amazing Autism sibling.

My boy. I adore the very ground he walks on. He is my calm in the storm. The light in my dark days. My hug in a fight. He is 10. Only 10 years old and he is the person I turn to. His 12 year old sister has Autism and a list of physical…… Continue reading Amazing Autism sibling.

In the shadows.

I have a son. My boy. A son I don’t often talk about. I do talk alot about how my boy lives in my girls shadow, but not about him. My boy is neurotypical but my girl has Autism and other disabilities. I have taken time to talk about how having a disabled sibling affects…… Continue reading In the shadows.

The birthday boy.

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.

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.

I have a son.

I have a son. He is almost 10, and he is amazing. He is kind hearted, understanding and the most patient person I know. I have a son….. ….but not many people know that. You see, I have two children, but I only ever seem to talk about one of them. One of them takes…… Continue reading I have a son.

School, siblings, guilt.

My girl is doing amazing in her new school. She is up and ready for the (very early) taxi every morning. She chats non stop about school when she gets home. She even told me that she did really well in a test she did today…. ….honestly it is like I have a different child!…… Continue reading School, siblings, guilt.

A day with my boy.

A day with my boy. A day of many emotions. A day of realisation. The day my eyes were opened. Everyday I see parents out with their children. On bikes, scooters, walking…. Together. Relaxed, smiling, giggling. I feel sadness. Jealousy. A ‘normal’ everyday occurence for everyone else….. ……not for us. We can’t just go out.…… Continue reading A day with my boy.