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The eye of the cyclone

What is it like being a family of neurodivergent people? This is my experience…

It’s not all sunshine and rainbows.
No.

Some days we crash and clash
bang and bash
Together
A cacophony of sound and movement. Soothing,
for some
overwhelming.

Restless nights and
tired too-busy days.
Without naps.

Things that bring joy
constantly encroached on
by another’s needs.
Equally important.

Everything’s half done. Underdone,
Overdone.

We don’t go gently. Although,
at least one of us does, sometimes.

We’re cyclonic.But we’re moving in the same direction.
And usually we find our way to the eye of the cyclone,
often together.
And then,

It is sunshine and rainbows
Unapologetically.

Actual beautiful Sunshine,
and mud, on skin.

Cacophony-cancelling earmuffs

AAC
and iPads with Disney movies,
on Repeat.

Dark
quiet rooms.

Patterns and categories,
and boxes.
With labels.

Impromptu toy shop visits to collect
another toy we must
collect.

Knowing what makes each of us happy
Their favourite this or that.
Bringing it to them.

So many hugs and kisses.
Squishes.
Wrestles on the bed in piles of clothes
Laughing

Staying home all day
To play
To rest

Family Moments
stretching out across sunrises and sunsets.

Until one day, when my Final Sunset comes,And the cyclonic days will be remembered.

Yet,
I suspect,
The glorious, divine moments of
Together

in the eye of the cyclone, will be
Our story.

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