How does my BIG birthday impact on my Aspie girl’s future? Well apparently with age comes experience but I also think with age comes a resilience, a strength and a determination that can only truly be accessed when you have
Glittery, sparkly, twinkling gems, fluttering, eye-catching, attention-grabbing flashes of brightness grab her focus every time. Whether it be a bubble floating up from the sink, a helium balloon sadly floating away from some crying child, a mirror reflection or anything
So, it all started with one little rabbit, a cute, cream coloured rabbit with soft ears and a velvety soft, brown blanket. ‘He’ was purchased when our daughter was merely a bump, when daddy-to-be’s eye spotted something so cute he just
I’ve been to Limboland, I’ve been to Worryville, I’ve roamed Surreal Street on many occasions and the Disbelief District is a regular haunt. These are the many places that you visit as a parent of an ASD girl (Gorgeous Gardens,
I am always proud of my Aspie girl no matter what, but which words can you use when she does something so mind-blowingly brave that ‘proud’ just doesn’t cut it? I wracked my brain, I looked in a thesaurus, I
‘Normal’ is such a weird word. To me, it has connotations of boring, unexciting, run of the mill. I would never want to be referred to as normal – it is bland, safe and average. But ‘normal’ can also mean
Both my wife and I have written about meltdowns on this blog before. And while they do not happen every day, and do not completely define the autism in our daughter, they are incredibly stressful for all involved. They mainly
They say that the eyes are windows to the soul and I do believe that your eyes never lie. No matter what emotion we are trying to hide, to fight, to keep in check, the eyes are the big giveaway. I
I know many people find the ‘puzzle piece’ analogy for Autism an irritating one as many use it to indicate that a piece of the puzzle is missing which in turn makes people think that all ASD girls/boys grown-ups have
Best Friends Forever or BFF – one of those bizarre acronyms that our little ASD daughter does not ‘get’. The social complexities attached to it, the strange fact that it seems to tie you to that person forever, is that