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The Christmas Comedown and the Autistic Child

We’re one week into the new year, and still suffering from the Christmas comedown in my house This year we did things differently. We didn’t go overboard with Christmas related activities. There were no trips to see Santa. No mad dash to visit every single friend we have beforehand. No so-called treats in the way of milk and glucose syrup dressed up as chocolate. There was no advent. No mass hysteria counting down the days, minutes and seconds until the 25th arrived. Rather than get caught up in what other people were doing, we did what was best for us. …

Why I Hate Autism (Sometimes)

It was a massive honour to be asked to guest blog for the amazing AutismAwareness.com. They do wonderful work in not only raising awareness of autism, but supporting parents through their journeys. They reach millions of people every month who discuss, learn and explore topics of interest to special needs families. This piece first appeared as a guest post on AutismAwareness.com Having gone to great lengths to heal myself after my own troubled childhood, I didn’t arrive at my current state of mind quickly. It’s been a gradual thing over the last few years. Ever since my third child’s birth …

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How to Love Your Challenging Child 

Notice the title of this article isn’t: “how to love your autistic child,” or “how to love your SEN child?” That’s because a challenging child can happen to anyone. Additional needs or not. Cards on the table: I’m going to come right out and say that parenting my own challenging child is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It pushes me to my very limits, whilst simultaneously making me feel like an absolute failure. I have never felt so torn in my life. Every tiny decision I make has to be carefully considered. All options weighed up, to ensure it doesn’t …

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Surviving: A Story of Mental Health #MHAW17

When I found myself pregnant with Polly in 2008, the state of my mental health had never been better. At the ripe old age of 29 I’d already been on a remarkable journey. Extraordinary even I had survived a dysfunctional childhood, and self-destructive young adulthood. I’d dragged myself through two mental breakdowns, and experienced the highest highs and lowest lows. I had travelled the world, and met my awesome husband along the way. I’d made the most wonderful friends a person could wish for. Which is just as well, because at 25 I estranged myself from every single member of …