A letter to you all.

Dear Autism parents and carers, Scrolling through my social media posts these past few days I have seen so many cries for help. So many of you are struggling with the holidays, with the change to the routine. I am too. We all are. You are not alone. I need to say something to you.…… Continue reading A letter to you all.

Prisoner.

I feel like a prisoner. Being held hostage by Autism; by anxiety. Enclosed in a house with no way out, locked windows and doors. Curtains drawn to avoid the bright sunlight and the shadows of the unknown. Dressed in a uniform dictated by my captor; by sensory processing problems. Clothes that are soft and loose.…… Continue reading Prisoner.

Would magic help? 

If I took half of a whisker from a wise old cat, If I took a strand of string from an old man’s hat, If I took a tear from a baby crying with laughter, If I took the giggles from the sound of toddler chatter, If I added it to the showers that come…… Continue reading Would magic help? 

The artist.

Our favourite night of the month arrived! The night of ‘The Group’ We love The Group, and cannot sing their praises enough. It is a get together session for children with disabilities and their siblings, run by volunteers and funded by donations. Every month there is a different activity and we also meet up out…… Continue reading The artist.

Special needs parent friends.

Since having a child with Special needs my friendship circle has drastically reduced. It is not anyones fault, it is just the way things go. People grow up, grow apart and move on. When I realised my child had additional needs,  that required diagnosis and extra care, I didn’t realise how drastic the change would…… Continue reading Special needs parent friends.

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.

Where are you?

As I look into your eyes I see, Anxiety staring back at me, Your empty face looking on, Where, My Girl, have you gone? As I watch you stimming as you stare, I wonder if you are aware, You’ve wondered off, anxiety latched on, Where, My Girl, have you gone? I watch you when you…… Continue reading Where are you?