Today, as I perused my Facebook feed, I came across a news story about a young autistic girl who faces being deported because she is autistic, and considered a drain on the taxpayer. Her mother (a GP) and brother can stay, but she must leave. The story is terrible enough – the choices facing […]
What if you are totally onboard with acceptance of your children in all of their beautiful diversity? What if you’re already on the acceptance bandwagon and now you’ve identified that your child seems a lot like the descriptions of children who are autistic, adhd, dyslexic, anxious, or neurodivergent in some way? What if you have always thought they might be, and it’s sat in the back of your mind like a nagging question?
Should you get your child diagnosed?
As my children get older, I have become more comfortable and confident in our parenting choices. You see, to raise your children in a way that is completely opposite from the way in which you were raised takes a lot of determination. It is a huge leap of faith at times. There has been an […]
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.
This post is probably going to cause a bit of discomfort, because in it I am going to talk about some uncomfortable things. I will be writing my truth and I will be calling for abled people to take note of my disabled perspective. I hope that any feelings of discomfort can be seen as […]
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 […]