Something that I hadn’t really considered until just recently was what gentle parenting has given to me. Especially the gentle parenting of my autistic daughter. I’ve spent much of my life feeling broken and awkward. Like I don’t fit, or I fit wrong. Like I’m missing one or more essential bits of information that would just make everything clearer to me. I’ve repressed feelings, complied, tried to change, experienced severe depression several times, severe post natal depression several times, self harmed a lot and been suicidal. I’ve felt cracked and fragile, like I was compromising the well-being of my children simply by existing. Through most of that I’ve also parented.
Some nights, I am filled with resistance. I feel it tugging at me as my 5 year old autistic son pushes back the world hard as the day nears to an end and he is weary of it. I am weary too and each request he makes of me feels like he is cornering me […]
I’m hoping that I am not the only parent who some days feels a little terrified when they take their children grocery shopping, to a doctors appointment, or another public place where children are supposed to behave in certain angelic ways. Eeeeeeeek!
My children are neurodivergent and so they find new environments with lots of people, certain smells, fluorescent lights, and other new sensory experiences very stressful.
When you begin to learn about ableism, it is an unfortunate reality of it but often you go through this process of realising that many (if not all) people in your life are ableist. For me, I didn’t necessarily feel scared or feel like I should be cutting out friends for being ableist. Not yet, […]
As an autistic person, I do not appreciate being viewed and treated as though I am inherently faulty or damaged. Many of us (autistics) have experienced how this plays out over a childhood, with our ways of being seen as innately wrong because they were atypical. This was, and is, happening whether or not we have […]
I want to introduce you to my son. Five feet seven inches with dark chocolate skin, even darker eyes, and the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t say a whole lot, but when he has something to say you can tell he has carefully chosen his words. He feels deeply; he’s the child who, […]