Support Groups, a poem.

Support Groups. When what’s holding you together is paper and string, When you’re stretched to the limit, your patience worn thin, When you’re asking and asking for things to be done, When your crying out for help and still getting none, When you’ve had a bad day and have nowhere to turn, When behaviours are…… Continue reading Support Groups, a poem.

Our Autism groundhog day.

Do you ever feel like you are being left behind? Friends move on, family members have their own families, people get jobs, have babies….. Me? I just stay me. Unemployed. With very few friends. Isolated and lonely. Standing still in a world that is moving too quickly around me. I am a carer. A stay…… Continue reading Our Autism groundhog day.

Help? Anywhere?

We are going through a rough patch with my girl at the moment. She is being so, so very challenging and controlling. Puberty arriving has not helped matters. This morning I was chatting to a Mum about it; offloading after a stressful morning. Her reply? “Ring Social Services and tell them you aren’t coping and…… Continue reading Help? Anywhere?

My little rainbow.

Because I made you, I thought I’d know just what to do, That I would understand you, That love would get us through. Because you grew in me, I thought I would know everything, I didn’t know what life would bring, But I didn’t know anything. Because I didn’t understand, Life wasn’t going as I…… Continue reading My little rainbow.

Pupdate.

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.

Our Autism Dad. Our superhero.

Dads of Autism. Autism Dads. The unsung heros. The hidden saviours.    Autism mums have it easier to some degree. There is more support out there for them, and lets face it, men are less likely to ask for it anyway. Men are less likely to admit their feelings, therefore less likely to admit they need…… Continue reading Our Autism Dad. Our superhero.

Reflecting..

There are days I stand back and look back over the last 12 years and realise how much things have changed. Days where I reflect and look back on the people who walked out of my life when I needed them the most. There are days when I miss them, then there are days where…… Continue reading Reflecting..