A disagreement

? Question mark. Question? Communication? What does she need to know? What is she asking? My girl is friends with some little boys next door. They chat and play over the fence. As young children do, they had a disagreement. The boys did not want to speak to my girl anymore. Nothing unusual about this…… Continue reading A disagreement

Don’t touch…

Oh, to hold your hand in mine, To make sure you’re safe all the time, Oh, to stroke your long brown hair, A gesture to show how much I care, Oh, to hug you when you cry, To wipe tears falling from your eyes, Oh, to kiss your freckled face, To hold you in my…… Continue reading Don’t touch…

When I look in the mirror.

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 When I look in the mirror.

Tired. Tried.

Tried….Tired. Trying….Tiring. I don’t think it is a coincidence that those two words look and sound very similar. Today has been both. My girl has been trying today…. …mostly our patience. We are all tired. Holidays do that to us all. Tired because we can relax a little, or tired because we are out and…… Continue reading Tired. Tried.

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.

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.