Proud Mum!

Just when you start to sink in a sea of negativity, someone comes along and throws you a life line and you remember why you have been tredding water for so long. There are alays positives. ALWAYS. Even when all you can see is black, there is always a rainbow shining for you somewhere. Even…… Continue reading Proud Mum!

The Grumposaurus Rex 

The Grumposaurus Rex. Today we had a visit from the Grumposaurus Rex, It stomped around the house all day with Grumposaurus steps, It growled, it roared, it snapped its teeth, it jabbed us with its claws, It ran through rooms, it kicked the walls, it rattled all the doors. Grumposaurus comes around on every Sunday…… Continue reading The Grumposaurus Rex 

She has a name.

She is the same, She has a name, It is not Autism, She has that condition. It doesn’t define her, It does explain her, She still can play, In a different way, She still wants friends, With time she can spend, She wants invites to birthdays, She won’t ruin your day, She may seem a…… Continue reading She has a name.

The puppy.

It has gone past being a co-incidence now, and the novelty is certainly not wearing off. It has been 4 weeks since Domino has come home and we have seen so many improvements in my girl! The puppy is not a miracle cure and is never going to take the Autism away, but she is…… Continue reading The puppy.

Whose fault?

Whose fault? Autism is born, it is not made, There isn’t anything to blame, You said its my fault for giving the MMR, But the Dr was jailed for those claims. I am not the reason, it was always there, My ‘bad’ parenting is not the cause, You tell me to stand my ground more…… Continue reading Whose fault?

Disabled.

Disabled. Is that a word to be ashamed of? Is that a word we should be avoiding when describing our children? Children with Autism. I don’t think so. Autism is a disability and therefore if you have Autism you are disabled. Why though, is it ok for someone to question the word disabled? Why is…… Continue reading Disabled.

Illness.

One of the hardest things about being a parent is seeing your child ill. What if seeing it was as much information as you got because your child couldn’t communicate it to you? Harder, because you don’t know how to help. “Oh, aren’t they brave?” “They didn’t make a fuss”, “They never mentioned they felt…… Continue reading Illness.