It’s September and there are pictures being sent around, happy pictures of children in their new school uniform, smart uniform for a new term. I was sent one such picture …
I got annoyed with myself recently. Really annoyed. A “why on earth did I do that?” annoyed. Both T and D’s school reports came home before the end of term …
Reading is something we all take for granted, I can remember immersing myself in the bookshelves at my grandparents and really looking forward to staying with them because it meant …
Now that we’ve successfully received a place for T after going through the appeal process, it’s time to think about September and preparing for secondary school. It’s taken me …
I’ve been feeling a little (ok, well rather a lot!) “aaaaaargh!” this week. Not only due we have a series of meetings in a few weeks regarding appealing T’s secondary …
We all have our inner demons, happenings that have shaped the way we are, the way we interact, the way we allow others to see ourselves. It’s whether we …
Sometimes T and D amaze me. My pair of (autistic) pickles who remind me of Tom and Jerry, they will frequently spar and get on each others’ nerves, partly due …
I don’t often write in detail about T, our 11 year old high functioning autistic son. Not that I don’t love him as much as D, of course I do …
It’s something we all strive for in our children, isn’t it? Independence. From the moment they’re born, we’re waiting for those milestones: an ability to support the head; rolling over; …
Sometimes the small things can turn our day from a potentially “bad” one into a good one. I try to remember these little snippets whenever the metaphorical cloak of autism …