Stitched Up
Sometimes I am a truly awful person and a really rubbish, stupid Mum. This isn’t just my opinion of course, it is widely shared by my whole family and beyond …
Sometimes I am a truly awful person and a really rubbish, stupid Mum. This isn’t just my opinion of course, it is widely shared by my whole family and beyond …
And in other ‘note news’ (ref previous post: On a Different Note http://wp.me/p3ppwr-1L) …I couldn’t take The Rose to the bus stop the other morning, where she catches her bus to college …
Whenever we go out to places which are noisy or crowded – she holds my hand. And she keeps hold of it until she’s surer of whatever we are doing …
Watching in awe as The Rose grows up and unfurls beautifully, but what scares me most is her behaviour with boys. One day she’s going to get into THAT …
The Rose finds huge relief in writing us notes. In them she can order her thoughts and communicate her side of things – without having to deal with our reactions which just complicates …
In this blog I try to catch the shards of insight which burst from The Rose like little mirrors and reflect a wider picture which doesn’t define her narrowly as …
We (The Rose, The Brother and Me) drive around the countryside on Saturday’s, delivering The Brother to his extra curricular activities. The Rose comes too because otherwise she doesn’t go out. …
“The difference between high functioning and low functioning autism is that high functioning means your deficits are ignored and low functioning means your assets are ignored.” I’ve always been grateful …
We always thought The Rose was ‘individual’ but that something, sometime soon would just click and then the onslaught of party invitations and handsome suitors would roll in. But the heads -up that …
The Rose’s candid approach to all things sexual – is astonishing. After the session at anger management clinic (see prior post – she was just 15 and still undiagnosed) and …