Friends… A very wise man once told me that he felt blessed to be able to count the number of friends he had on the fingers of one hand. The audience he was speaking to looked perplexed – five people?
Although our journey along the ASD road has been long, full of tight bends, blind summits, the occasion U turn and lots of red lights, our foray into sharing our experiences with others is only a few weeks old (and
On Saturday and Sunday I could tell that our daughter was starting to dread going back to school today. She is never particularly concise with her feelings so it comes out as grumpiness, irrationality, manic chatter, sloth-like laziness and a very pale
This afternoon I went for a pint and a pie in an Edinburgh pub. Some time to get my head together in a quiet atmosphere, read the paper, stroke the dog and relax. Perfectly normal. My wife and I know
We all have them, we all survive them, we all feel a little bit of our hearts/souls/reserves deplete when they happen. But when you have very few people around you who really understand just how ‘difficult’ life with an ASD
According to our lovely (suspected) #ASD girl, Jelly is evil. It should not be allowed to exist and must never, under any circumstances, appear in the house. So, birthday parties and international trifle conventions are quite tricky but we manage. As
Our daughter dislikes loud noises, sudden shouts, sirens, hand dryers, Morse code and any music with a repetitive bass beat (her dad is very proud of that fact because it means she loves Bowie and Lau!). To her, this hum
As parents, we have always striven to give our lovely girl confidence; that intangible ability to find strength from within and shrug if the world around you tries to tell you otherwise. But, no matter how much we fill that