Welcome to Through Coloured Shattered Glass – a blog about parenting differently, ASD, twins, psychology and life in general.
Hi, I’m Jennie, and this is my life and my blog.
When I was a child there were super heros, men and women with capes, dedicated only to the good and saving people from imminent death. These days it's not so simple. While it's only Taz who has an ASD (Aspergers syndrome) diagnosis, our family all has notable...read more
Sometimes I just don’t have the time, patience or headspace to adapt to the needs of whatever animal he is that day. I have to say though, it seems to be much easier to just go with it if I can, as he is much happier to follow my requests if I’m happy to give them to tiger, or possum, or fish, or whatever he is that day, or that minute…read more
It brings forth tough decisions. Who gets the new bike and who gets the old one? Why? How do we explain this to the one who didn’t get the new bike? What happens when one is truly (even obsessively) decisive, and the other is great at changing his mind? What about the fact that the old bike suits one child more then the other? How about the factor of one being so much more accepting if he doesn’t get the new bike? Are we rewarding bad behaviour by electing for the more demanding one to take home the new bike?read more
I cannot be sure how much I was influenced, but in a style reminiscent of Lorenszo’s Oil, the family in Son Rise reach their child and help him emerge into the world.read more
I have however noticed that as my life has become more full, I have worried less about so many things. Perhaps it’s because they cease to matter. Perhaps I now have the wisdom to deal with the possibilities my fears present, or perhaps I’m often just too busy for my mind to have time to go down the path of irrational thinking. Yes, irrational thinking, which is what happens with anxiety most of the time.read more
he might scream “I WANT A BISCUIT! I WANT A BISCUIT!” Over and over. If I did give in to it and hand him a biscuit though, that would be thrown or crushed. It went beyond any initial desire, because the rage became a power in itself.read more