There is a lot of revolting ableism in alternative parenting spaces. There are people around the edges of my life, in my social circles, members of my parenting communities – who creep me out. There are peaceful parenting writers and unschooling parents; people interested in wellness and those identifying as “Natural”. There are parents who […]
We live in a world of beauty, you know. We live among children. And what could be more perfect than a child? Can you remember when you were a child, before you began to feel the weight of the world upon you? For me, I don’t think it lasted long. I can’t recall times of […]
There’s been plenty of times I’ve decided I’m having a bad day and it’s barely 7am. I’m a neurodivergent parent of neurodivergent children in a world that doesn’t sync well with our kind. It’s not hard to decide you’re having a bad day by 7am. But it’s not useful to make the call that the day […]
A new school year has just begun here in Australia. Photographs of small children with neat hair, new uniforms and grinning faces have become expected on social media. At this time of year, I tend to reflect on the choices of my own family, in our life without any school at all. We live, and […]
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.