Autism Mother Fighting Back…I didn't want it to be this way.
Y’yummy mummy You get your Armani You get your Pri-marni Your 6am sale chaser, the Next big splurger and your Blue Cross piranha The ones content to swim through an aisle of lackluster But I need a gut buster dragging my ass through TU, tut tut tutting f f f Fancy pants at F …
“Unusual and interesting woman” Dedication: For Sandra, Worcestershire. “she was an unusual and interesting woman” So this is what she saw And what is so frightening about a body covered in egg, fake blood or gore? What is so horrifying about a tale that is old, years of dismay, using art to resolve? Art to portray …
The lady with the holes in her top I know why they are there, those two tiny holes. I know that you cut out the label from your top. I know that you did that for comfort and for relief. It’s not vanity, hiding your unbranded attire or denial at the size tag that led …
Together we must be bread Feed ourselves Let our kids pull at us and pummel our doughy bodies in to kneaded readiness We must rest, we must allow ourselves to recover, receive oxygen and grow. And together we must rise. Rise to the challenge. Rise to the fore with our tales of maltreatment, and we …
People love to say things like “there is no such thing as normal”, “we are all on the spectrum” blah blah blah…not true. If you truly are, then you know or feel that it is not true. I know normal people, i know normal people’s kids, normal people’s families and i knew then and now …
As he cries, As he cried, my chest crumples, crumpled in to itself. My ribs and their contents compress in to one firm ball of paper thin, spiky, cutting silver foil. The pain is sharp and growing and indescribable to someone outside my skin. It’s not the sound, it’s not a choice, it’s a feeling …
I have apparently got a condition called PDA, ASD. It means that i appear to be (or actually actively become) extremely lazy – it’s called Demand Avoidance. I seem to be unable to commit to anything. There might be few more letters to throw in to the mix too (ADD, ADHD, SPD – who the …
Pants on the radiator… The Boy’s second attempt (or is it third?) at no nappies. “Have you thought about trying him in pants?” says The Boys pre-school key worker. She is nice enough…but seriously. What the flying shitting fuck do you think?! Are we idiots or are we conscientious parents? Does it seem like we …
“Time to go down stairs now”… The boy yells as his lego playing is coming to an end. “You’ve finished now have you?” He continues at the top of his voice. It’s 6:31am and whilst Toddle is in his high chair and daddy is doing all the housey jobs, I’m taking a couple of quick …
Good Morning you git. The beginning of the day: The morning seems ok, The Boy starts from the second he opens his eyes, possibly before as he blurts out random stuff all night long, dreams, nightmares, what he’d like for breakfast, throwing stones, y’know, the normal stuff kids shout out in their sleep… Anyway, we …