The broken system.

At 14 years old, my friends son got his diagnosis of Autism today. 14 years old. This boy has been through his whole primary school life without a diagnosis. He has struggled so much, and been let down by so many. His parents have fought for so long to get the diagnosis that they knew…… Continue reading The broken system.

Do you remember that girl?

So the good news? Well, actually, amazing news! Do you remember a girl who would refuse to go to school? Do you remember the girls Mum in utter despair at being reprimanded for her daughters late entry to school everyday? Do you remember a girl who used to have meltdowns daily, before and after school?…… Continue reading Do you remember that girl?

Autism Mums.

Autism Mums; a poem. When it is quiet and I get a moment alone, I think of my girl, how much she has grown, How far she has come in a short space of time, In the darkest of days, she is my sunshine. The visions I had when she was first diagnosed, How I…… Continue reading Autism Mums.

Autism. Anxiety. Parent and child.

Anxiety and Autism seem to go hand in hand. The world is a difficult, and unpredicatable, place to understand. It is a place where there are many rules and regualtions. It is a place where the rules and regulations differ everywhere you go. There is no consistent. Expected behaviour is different for each place you…… Continue reading Autism. Anxiety. Parent and child.

It’s Mothers Day (In the UK).

Happy Mothers Day. A poem. It is Mothers Day today, but please spare a thought, For mums who don’t receive gifts their child has bought, For mums who won’t get a card, a picture they have drawn, Or a handmade posy of flowers which they have written their name on. It is Mothers Day today,…… Continue reading It’s Mothers Day (In the UK).

On reflection…

When I looked in the mirror as a little girl, I thought I would grow up and conquer the world, I’d get married, have children and have lots of money, I’d have a big house and live somewhere sunny. When I looked in the mirror as a girl in my teens, My thoughts were of…… Continue reading On reflection…

What a week.

Some days….weeks….are a struggle. Sometimes we spend our whole time trying. We spend all of our time thinking of, and making plans, to make things work. We spend each and every moment trying to make the world easier for our children…. It fails. When attempts at communication get ignored. When a clear sentance is spoken.…… Continue reading What a week.