Making The Best Of It

As Tina has said before on her blog, people love a feel good story.  Stories where good people try hard and overcome obstacles to end up in a better place.  But sometimes life doesn’t work like that does it. Sometimes the bad outweighs the good This story begins with a girl who should have been…

How I’m Learning To Accept That Sometimes My Best Is Good Enough

There are many things that I want to talk about in life, yet this particular blog is not always the most appropriate place to share those elements. I wanted this blog to purely be about autism and dedicated another blog to much of those ‘random’ posts where I felt the need to get something off…

We’ll Take On This Life Together – Autism, My Son And Me

Six years ago, I was a relatively new autism parent. To be honest, I still felt like a new parent, navigating my way around a world full of vomit, shit and soft play when Joseph’s diagnosis was handed to us like a shit sandwich. I have a friend who writes about the use of language and…

Fear Of An Autism Label

Ever since we have ever known about autism there has always almost been a fear of a diagnosis, not necessarily the diagnosis itself but the ‘label’. In the early days, I didn’t want to believe that my daughter had autism as I didn’t know what that meant for her and that scared me. After many…

Play It Again Sam (and Harry!)

I will start by apologising to the regular readers of this blog. I am not as humorous and I don’t swear half as much as Tina does. I will however, give it a go. Well it has happened, Joseph’s first sleep over at a friend’s house. My eldest Harry is 5 months younger than Joseph…

Perfect

Dear Joseph Today you reached double figures, the grand old age of ten. Everyone says it, but where has the time gone? A while ago, I wrote another letter to you. I told you about how I had found life hard after you were born and the subsequent years but how I loved you with…

It’s Not About The Socks

I’m not an attention seeker. I’m that person who often jokes about the daily struggles but tells you that I’m ok. The truth is, often I’m not ok. I worry about the tiniest of things and my worries take over my thoughts. I read something recently about anxious people can often seem bossy or nitpick…

The Swimmer

I was one of those parents who got suckered into the baby swim classes when Joseph was just three months old. I fell in love with the fantastically staged photographs of babies swimming underwater and I knew that I wanted to experience this was Joseph. This was in addition to the baby signing, massage and…