The Weight of waiting for support.

Fighting for services feels like jumping through all of the hoops, balancing on one leg while patting your head AND rubbing your tummy ll while carrying a huge weight on your shoulders.

Torn between two children

Torn between two children.   I never knew until very recently what it feels like to be truly torn between your children. For so long it has been meeting Sams needs meant that we all fit in around him. I fit the rest of my family in around him. Excuse my language but I dropped …

3 Years later- from diagnosis to today.

The first line of my very first blog post three years ago said "I was standing in the shower this morning with tears streaming down my face" How sad is that?  I was sad a lot. I can't be too hard on my younger self for being so upset, I was heartbroken. All the pre programmed …

Acceptance is a four letter word.

Acceptance is something we all strive for in one way or another. What it takes to get there is a hard road well travelled. It comes in so many forms that my acceptance may seem like bull to you but to me it means I get to put one foot in front of the other …

Strong women in 2019

When I think of strong women so many things come to mind. When I think of strong women in the past, it’s 50 or 60 years ago. It’s my nanas generation. She would have been 83. 50 or 60 years ago she was starting her family. She had dinner on the table when my grandad …

I think the autistic brain must be stronger than any other. Here is my reason why.

We will soon be coming up to the four year anniversary of Sams diagnosis of autistic spectrum condition. That vernacular has probably changed since then, I don't know. It's what we were given on diagnosis day. So if we're to go off that, it is a condition that my son lives with, has since birth …

When siblings have to grow up.

This is Connor, you've all seen him before. You've heard me speak about him before too. He is Sams amazing funny clever and kind big brother. Connor has some very specific needs which we now need to meet to help him reach his full potential. I'm not going to say anymore as we haven't discussed …

Do I live with depression? Or does depression live with me?

While this article is essentially about me, I feel a little back story about my family dynamic would be useful before I jump right in! Three years and six months ago my youngest child was diagnosed with Autism just before his 3rd birthday. If you don't know anything about autism, it is not a disease, …

Is Autism Awareness Helping My Autistic Daughter?

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April is fast becoming synonymous with autism awareness now. The media cover it, charities promote it and even schools use it as a time to raise the profile of a condition that is guaranteed to affect several pupils, if not more, within their school. I’ve heard of everything from pyjamas days, sky dives, videos, poems and various hashtags circulating, all in the name of ‘autism awareness.’ I’m not against any of this and in fact my own daughter asked me herself if she could do something this month to raise awareness of the very condition that she lives with. I encourage her self advocacy so I’m using my own Facebook page (https://m.facebook.com/Faithmummy1/) and my personal profile to share her daily photographs on her behalf, since at ten she isn’t even old enough for her own social media account.

However, I don’t allow my daughter access to social media…

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I’m not depressed. Am I?

A lot has happened recently. A lot has happened over the last few years too. Our life like most of yours too is not simple. It's not bad at all, In fact it's quite good mostly. My children, while facing daily challenges are happy; healthy and as well rounded as they can be given their …

Our family; his autism.

I think with the evolution of social media has come the need to show off our best selves. The version we want the world to see. Loving someone with autism, and sharing our lives with others means you can't add a filter to everything. Autism doesn't have one. Autism is honest. My son is the …