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…… Continue reading My little rainbow. 🌈
Sunshine brings summer days out, Sunshine means crowded, busy places. Sunshine brings long, light days, Sunshine means confusion at bedtimes. Sunshine brings warmth to our skin, Sunshine means touch and sticky suncream. Sunshine brings bright lights, Sunshine means a sensory meltdown. Sunshine brings children out to play, Sunshine means too much noise. Sunshine brings long…… Continue reading The sunshine.5
Love is a place, a place that I know, A place we belong, not just where we go, A place we feel wanted, a place we fit in, A place we feel happy, where friendships begin. A place that can turn sad faces to smiles, A place where every second is worthwhile, A place where…… Continue reading Our favourite place.
It’s 2007 and I’m happy but crying, Not really sure what I have become, but I’m holding the baby, I am now a Mum, In the noisy room of the maternity ward, The air is sterile and clean, and the faces of crying mums and babies can be seen, And I’m feeling so old in…… Continue reading Just listen. An Autism journey poem.
6 years ago today my girl was officially diagnosed with Autism. I thought we had been given a magic key and that we would get all the help and support that we needed. I thought the diagnosis would change everything. In reality, it didn’t change anything. We knew she had Autism before we got the…… Continue reading 6 years on from our Autism diagnosis.
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.
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.