Here’s a phrase I hear a LOT. “You really should take some time for yourself”. It comes in different forms such as “you need to put yourself first” and “self care is really important you know”. They are all absolutely true, and often concerned friends or family will approach me with these conversations as they [...]
Month: December 2017
My New Years resolutions
It’s boxing day, and here i sit as usual on the beanbag in the corner of my son’s room while he stims himself to sleep. Even on the most festive of holidays, the core of our day remains the same, exactly how kiddo needs it. Change is not often welcomed. I’ve been thinking about New [...]
On Christmas Day
So I wanted to write a little poem about Christmas, but with the fabulous “Autism night before Christmas” having already been written I struggled somewhat for inspiration. This afternoon it came to me... On Christmas Day On Christmas Day, I don’t wish for a stocking, Not clothes or jewellery, Not turkey or stuffing, On Christmas [...]
Learning my limits.
For the last year, but two months in particular, id say that I've been pushed physically and mentally to a place I not only thought wasn't possible to survive, I didn't even know it existed in the first place. My mind and body have been stretched so far by the stress of fighting for the [...]
What you should really get your autistic child this Christmas…
I've seen a lot of posts and blogs lately entitled "gift ideas for an autistic child". As I go on to read them I am bored to tears with the same items again and again and again. A bubble tube, a sensory light, an exercise ball. They all seem to feature in the top ten [...]
How we were saved by the commercialism of Christmas.
I love the build up to Christmas. The decorations, the songs, the shopping etc. I love to get wrapped up in the excitement of it all. It's like a mini escape from life, a life that quite frankly can sometimes be a little too harsh for my liking. But then again, I think we all [...]
The Story of Great Ormond Street : The Last Train to London
This week saw our final pilgrimage to London to see a hugely experienced Neuro Developmental Physio. And quite frankly, it killed us all. I'm in bed with a roaring sore throat and bags under my eyes that look like bruises, bruises that tiredness itself punched right into my face just to make sure that I [...]
