Autism poem

This morning I cried. This morning I put my head in my hand, and let the tears fall. 
I’m not grieving. 

I haven’t been seriously hurt. 

I don’t feel unloved. 

Or any other obvious reasons to weap. 

I cried because I’m tired. 

No not just tired, it’s way beyond that. 

My body is screaming at me. 

I feel like my body is shutting down bit by bit. 

Tiredness so severe it hurts. 

I’m 10 years into this life, as a parent to a disabled child. 
I’m 2 weeks into the summer holidays. And my body is failing me. 

Imagine running for hours and hours every day of your life, even when you need to stop because your legs are weak, but you can’t. 
You do it day after day, year after year. 

Then a period of time comes (7 weeks long ) when you have to run 20 hours a day on your already weak leg’s , you push and push because you can’t afford to stop. 

Being a parent to a disabled child is running from eyes open to eyes closed, and some in between. 
We can’t just ” get a good night sleep and feel better in the morning ” 
We can’t have a pj and movie day to rest.We can only push and push. ‘ come on body, we can do this ‘ I cry.
I saw this on Facebook just an insight to special needs mums lives. 


Reading back through some of my blog posts at the end of last year I realise how much of a dark place I was in. Reading the things that went through my mind on a daily basis. We’re almost 8 months into this year and already things have dramatically improved for me. 

By the end of April I got my wish of being depression and anxiety free after I got through counselling, I got my eldest son’s autism diagnosis. I re connected with my mum and younger sister. I think once my thought pattern changed, I realised I was never going to change them. If I was never going to change them why bother trying? I made more effort and in turn they did too. They accepted my children are different and made more effort with them too. I see them on a weekly basis now, there’s more communication between us. 

My life has improved no end since April. Hearing the news I had waited 2 years for finally freed me from the weight of feeling so shit. I love how my life is and it’s not perfect it’s still hard work but I don’t hate my life. I don’t think about clothes 3 days in advance. I don’t hold back on what I say anymore afraid of hurting people’s feelings or them not liking me anymore. 

Things are heading in the right direction. I’m starting to understand my children more. My 6 year old with his needs and wants and how he has to do things his way, I’m teaching my youngest son makaton, he’s copying things we do when we teach him. He started walking 3 weeks ago and he’s got such a funny character to him. 

Life is what you make it, you can cry, kick and scream that you haven’t got perfectly healthy “normal” children or you can grab life by the bollox and say I’m doing a bloody good job at raising my children each with their own individual extra needs. Things can only go forward from here. No more looking back. ✌🏻

Not sorry

Going back a few posts I mentioned awhile ago I’d made a new friend. She went to the same open door sessions I went to. Many times she came in went into the office and came out in tears. I felt for her she looked like she was having it rough. I reached out to her. Mentally I was in an ok place I needed something to keep my mind busy and reaching out to this person did that. I invited her out for lunch with my and the ladies. I paid she said she had no money I wanted to do something to help. 

We got quite friendly i wouldn’t ever say close but friendly. She’s a nice girl but she has had a lot of issues and trauma in the past. She’s not the only one. There was something about her that kept saying to me she needed someone to talk to. I quickly became that person. I didn’t mind at first but the more drama that happened around her the more difficult it became. Last weekend she had yet more drama police she social services turning up at her door (not for the first time)

It was then I confided in a very close friend that it was becoming too much. Too over bearing. She called 10 times a day, messaged me in between. I have 2 children I don’t have time for this. So wether I was in the wrong or not I backed off. Maybe I should have spoken to her. I didn’t ignore her but I distanced myself. It was the start of the 6 weeks holidays and my children had to come first. I had to distance myself for the sake of my children and my mental health. For that I’m not going to apologise. 

However it seemed that me saying I’d been busy didn’t go down too well and she majorly kicked off. I took screen shots of all the conversations so nothing I said could be twisted. Well she decided that everything I said she would twist for attention. I realise now she’s probably done this many times before. She has a mental illness, I presume her mental illness combined with her past makes her thrive off the attention people give her. “I said her daughter deserves to be in care” “I threatened to phone social services up so her child would be taken away” all of it being bullshit. 

It hurt that she was slagging me off calling me fake. Didn’t even have the balls to admit it was aimed at me. She denied it. I didn’t have to but I chose to help her. I chose to introduce her to my children and her to be in my life. I asked her to watch what she said around my autistic son he copied her and his behaviour changed as soon as she came to my house. I’m telling him off for kicking her and hitting her when he sees her kicking me, I don’t care that she was “having a laugh” he copies her he gets a bollocking how is that fair? She’s not an example to be set to my son. I don’t want my children surrounded by people who bring drama into my life. I need to be around people who understand my children and their needs. 

I have nothing more to do with her now. At first I felt like it was me. I’ve had a fair few people fall out with me recently. No longer will I be the silent one and hold back on what I think. I will say what I think needs to be said. I need to stay strong and be pleased that I’m putting my children first. Not other people and their selfishness and drama. I’m sad I lost a friend but she was sucking life out of me. I feel for her daughter and what kind of life she will have, I fear for the the unborn child being put on a child protection plan. I wish her well in her future I just can’t be part of it. 

Mixed emotions 

I’m sat here with my boys asleep processing what I’m thinking and how I’m feeling and its completely mixed and at opposite ends of the scale. On one hand after such a brilliant day out yesterday and my littlest boys weigh in going well today I’m feeling good, but then thinking about tomorrow I’m extremely nervous and anxious. 

Let’s start with yesterday it was our second family day out this time we went to The Deep in Hull. Long ass train journey but so worth it when we got there, my eldest handled things well and no meltdowns until coming home. He loved all the different fish we saw and the Sharks and he got really into it and he seems to really enjoy it. He got a bit anxious on the way home mainly trying to go on the wrong train home and wouldn’t accept that it wasn’t our train. Then missing another train due to confusion we had to wait an hour for the next train. The poor kid was knackered and I was pissed off too so who could blame him for being upset. 

A few of the pics from the train journey. It was such a great day and we all really enjoyed it. Those days out we’ve had to break up the holidays have done wonders, it’s been so nice going further afield and putting that money to good use. Without that funding there’s no way we could have done the things we have done. It’s been nice. 

Today I took my little boy to our local health clinic to get his 8 weeks check over with. He’s doing fret which isn’t anything new he’s a little superstar. He’s gained almost a pound since he was last weighed. After a discussion last week with my support worker from home start charity I was querying if he still needed to be seen this often so I asked today and it’s great news that he doesn’t. So I’m happy.  While ago it was different when the health visiting team were supporting me with my mental health and weaning and sleeping but he’s doing brilliantly nowand I don’t need the support from them. So I’m happy that we can be like everyone else now. Also no physio outside of the house to,stop people asking questions that don’t concern them. So all is good. 

About tomorrow though, I start my Trauma counselling and it’s nerve racking I have to go about 20 miles away from home and it’s only 20 mins by train but it’s the fact I haven’t been away from my kids for that long since the little ones op. It’s just something I need to do but it doesn’t make it easier. Starting over counselling with someone new it’s going to be hard I don’t know what info would have already been passed on. But I’m still going to have to talk about stuff and my feelings in depth. Scary. Trying not to overthink but it’s what I do best. 


So yeah as previously mentioned today was suppose to be my birthday officially I’m 32 but I decided I wanted to be 10 again. On Tuesday I’m having a proper 10th birthday party with kids games etc. I chose 10 because living with depression and anxiety means I never know how I’m going to feel when I wake up. Some days I feel “normal” today I was down. 

My best friend and I always had this tradition that in our birthdays we would text each other at midnight. When I was pregnant with my eldest I couldn’t keep that tradition going I felt so guilty but since then the tradition has kind of stopped. I woke at 3am no Facebook messages, no texts still by 7am nothing other then from my husband. 

My eldest had a massive meltdown over me opening my birthday cards. He wanted to open them I said he could open one but I wanted to do the rest, so he kicked up a massive fuss so it was then I decided I wasn’t going to open my cards at all. My husband caked me a mardy cow so I started having a go at him. Birthday was ruined before it even got to 7am. I came upstairs and sat alone in my bedroom crying. Proper upset crying. I just wanted a bit of understanding for my husband to use his brain. It’s the first birthday I’ve had since the depression diagnosis. This time last year was hard coping alone but the worst hadn’t happened yet. My best friend is in Wales so I wouldn’t see her on my birthday, my family don’t give a crap and I was all set for a good day at family group. 

My youngest had physio booked for 2pm I was anxious about that. I was trying to keep it all together. I failed but I wanted someone to understand all this but instead when I had a go at him yet again it was all about him “I have depression, I have no one to talk to blah blah blah” he’s a pill popper for every minor little thing he has to take medication for it. Colds, coughs, headache,Heartburn the list goes on. If he’s depressed why hasn’t he gone to the doctors to get pills? He takes it for everything else why not depression? I however do not take medication unless I really really have to. A few days after having a c section I stopped taking meds as soon as I was home. I was in pain but instead of relying on pills I dealt with it. I don’t take meds for headaches or any minor little thing so that’s why many times I refused anti depressants. When I was told to go to the doctors and be put on meds I was pissed. I reluctantly took them for 13 days then decided I wasn’t going to anymore. Mostly I cope fine. I had rough days especially when my eldest and his meltdowns get to me or when I have counselling. Counselling stirs up old memories I buried deep inside my soul. 

Anxiety now that can be the real bitch. That takes some doing to shift sometimes but again mostly I cope. It’s not often now I feel the need to chat to my support worker but I know she’s there when I do. I needed someone today but I felt too stupid considering the reasons for feeling so crap and crying so much. I didn’t say anything. 

Physio went well I was dreading it. I honestly thought she was going to say I’d not worked hard enough on the excercises. I saw real progress in my littlest one and I’m glad she saw that too. It kind of made an awful day a little better. I expected the worst and I’m glad it didn’t happen. The littlest one is doing brilliantly and I know to others it won’t seem like a big deal that’s he’s having tummy time and he’s on all 4’s or on his knees but to me that are massive achievements. I’m so proud of him.

I’ve felt crap today I’ve pretty much cried all day but I have my tattoo to look forward to and my nails are getting done and my birthday party at the weekend. I’m going to forget the bad bits of today and move on. 


Going back to last April I was annoyed when my eldest son didn’t get a place in the school he wanted to go to. I ranted on Facebook, I sent off for appeal forms I really wasn’t happy.

At that time I wasn’t talking to my eldest sister and she worked at the school my son got offered a place at. I thought she would signed him out and treat him differently because of our fraught relationship. After learning that a child that my son didn’t like was going to the school he wanted to go to. With all the stress we went through with our youngest at the same time we didn’t want our boy to go to school where this child would make his life hell. We changed our minds about the appeal, we spoke to our son and he was happy with the choice he had made about going to the “purple school.” Turns out of was definitely the right decision to make. They have been nothing short of fantastic including my sister that we wasn’t talking to. She was teaching a different class to what he was in anyway.

The school have been fantastic they got is the referal to a paediatrician to him to be assessed for autism, they have him a tent as his safe space. They pre teach him when things need to change, they listen to any concerns I might have and they really have fantastic communication. His teacher is lovely and she’s very approachable which helps if I have questions I need answering or he’s having a particularly bad day.

I’m proud of how well he’s doing with his school work, he has reached for his work all of his end of reception targets. His imagination and his personal and social development and managing his feelings is be,ow his end of year target. I feel for him but it’s to be expected.

He has so many professionals involved that I hope by end of year one he can improve on that. I won’t lie about my children and make people belive they are perfect and can do no wrong it sets them up to fail. There’s no point in lying making out they are exceeding targets etc might aswell tell the truth and then they room to grow and improve. I love my boys exactly as they are and I’m the first to admit that it’s hard with the individual diagnosis’ they have. It’s the life I’ve been given I can’t change it I just have to try and learn how to cope with it.

An autistic child.

Almost all of my posts have been related to my youngest son his heart defect and how I’ve been feeling. This one is slightly different. This is about my eldest child who is at full time school in reception.

I’ve always known my eldest was a bit different in the way he reacted to certain situations he never liked the sound of the Hoover, my hair dryer freaked him out and he never liked noisy children. When he was in nursery the staff told me he was possibly autistic I still dont really know what Autism is, how it comes about or how you deal with it.

All I know is my son is loving and kind and funny and cheeky but he hates noise, he can’t cope in large groups of people, he doesn’t get other children and prefers the company of adults. When he can’t tell us how he’s feeling he gets very frustrated and has a meltdown this could be over something small but to him it’s affecting him. A meltdown could be crying, getting angry, throwing things or hurting himself somehow. He gets very distressed and sometimes I have to admit it’s frustrating and can be annoying.

The most annoying thing is when I don’t know how to help him, how to stop him having a meltdown or how to calm him down when he’s having a meltdown. Sometimes I find distraction helps him other times he needs to go somewhere and be on his own.

In social situations it’s extremely difficult to help him when you feel people’s eyes burning at you. Looking at you, watching you, judging you. Sometimes they talk behind your back, sometimes they laugh and it’s hard and it’s annoying and frustrating for me as an adult when they do that. So when my son is distressed it’s not him being naughty it’s not him being a little shit or a brat. It’s him not being able to cope with his surroundings so he has to have an outburst. It’s his only way of coping when he gets so frustrated and stressed.

I feel like a bad parent sometimes not knowing how to cope with it  by getting stressed out and sometimes I’ve angry when he has these outburst or meltdowns. But to be fair to myself I was in a bad place at first myself. 

Now I’m having to re learn how to be a mum to him. How to not make the situation worse. To constantly reassure him that I love him and I will help him however I can. It just means I have to have a different kind of support team around me again aswell as my existing support. I need and want to be the best possible mum I can be to him but I need help to do that for him. I want to learn about autism and I want to learn how to help cope in his surroundings and learn how to help him tell me how he’s feeling. I’ll do whatever i can for him and get all the help I can. Ask the right questions and get the right help so he doesn’t miss out on things he can’t cope with.

If anyone reading this can offer any advice I’d be grateful if you could share thoughts on how to cope. How to help, what works what doesn’t.