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.
These days I surround myself and my children with families who strive for peace, respect, and gentleness. I am fortunate in that I have some incredible, beautiful friends – friends whom I can relax with and who my children are safe with. But, it was not always like this! When I became a parent and […]
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 […]
Before I had a few kids and learned better, I believed extreme emotional reactions from children to be inherently problematic. I assumed, a bit too literally perhaps, that children would model their behaviour on their caregivers and the people they spent significant time with. I worried about ‘exposure’ to problematic (or so I thought) behaviour […]
A basic Google search on “autism sleep” quickly returns over twenty eight million results. I daresay there aren’t many places that autism is discussed without sleep being a part of those discussions. I will confess that I live in a very well insulated bubble and am a bit flabbergasted when I step out of my […]
There’s a good-natured running joke in my family about me and my odd relationship between punctuality and lateness. They laugh that since I was born a little bit early, I’ve been making up for it ever since by running late. It’s funny because there’s truth in it. As an autistic woman with time agnosia, I […]