Sawyer's Adventures in Thomas Land. 1 woman, 1 man. 1 girl, 1 boy, 1 train. And a diagnosis of ASD
Doesn’t life have a funny way of knocking you on your arse just when you feel like you’re finally getting somewhere? Sawyer had been in his new school for a little over 6 months when the first lockdown hit. Just when he started to feel comfortable with his new routine, new classrooms, smells, sounds, and… Continue reading Back to Abnormality
I rarely get emotional when my children have birthdays. I've never been the mum saying 'slow down, time' or 'please stop growing!' because, frankly, the early days were hard and I enjoy mumming more and more as they get older. I know you're not supposed to say that, but there we have it - for… Continue reading A Decade of You
Whenever I’ve collaborated on a piece of writing, it has involved everything you would imagine it would: research, brainstorming, numerous conversations with ideas bouncing off one-another, and the merging of memories and thoughts. But with Sawyer as my co-writer, things will need to be a little different. Brainstorming now will consist of ideas being breathlessly… Continue reading The Next Chapter
Hi. Ahem. Hello. You can’t tell but I’m blowing dust from my laptop and awkwardly smiling like I have a guilty secret to tell. I don’t. I don’t think? Maybe we'll find out. But first thing’s first – I hope you’re OK. I hope you are well, and I hope that if you are well,… Continue reading Ghost Writer
There are times when you can forget that Sawyer is autistic, particularly when you are around him a lot of the time. But whereas when he was 2-years-old you could disregard or give reason to the differences in him for maybe an hour at a time, these days it comes as tiny snippets. Fragments of… Continue reading Self-Doubt
One of the most incredible parts of being an autism parent is having to make life-changing decisions before 10am, and then spend the rest of the day pretending it never happened. I left Sawyer’s EHCP meeting in a baffled haze at around 10.30am and made my way in to work for Christmas lunch. Mainstream school… Continue reading Orientation
I have been too busy to feel inspired to write lately, and I'm slowly learning to give myself permission for that. But as I have started to feel more inclined to share once again, I started to actively seek inspiration. I rebranded my website, and I started reading my old blog posts. This one always… Continue reading Déjà vu
Raising an autistic child often feels like a battle you might never win. And I’ve found that the best way to survive is to break down the difficulties in to smaller chunks - divide and conquer, so to speak. The only trouble with it is that the battles come fast and frequently, leaving little time… Continue reading The Show Must Go On
Life is all about balance, I suppose. I try hard to ensure Sawyer has the same opportunities as other children (particularly his sister), but at what point do you accept that your child might just want to be left alone? That they're happier indoors? Lloyd and Piper went out tonight, to spend some time with… Continue reading New Year’s Adaptation
(the autism way) ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Sawyer could hear everything – a clock ticking; a mouse The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care They were straightened obsessively, so almost thread-bare His sister was nestled all snug in her bed, While the world danced around in Sawyer’s head.… Continue reading ‘Twas the Night before Christmas