They all know about the scary virus. They know it’s name, and that people have died. I didn’t tell them these things, but as they get older I can control their knowledge base less…
It was one of those mornings… I was woken by fighting between the kids. I felt sick, but dragged myself out of bed anyway, to break them up. I don’t even remember why they were fighting.
She has achieved excellence in her field, in a way that many great Autie’s of past and present times have, and its because of her different brain not in spite of it.
It’s like a mapping exercise discovering and noting aspects of life that increase or decrease each person’s tolerance. It’s a great way of establishing a set of coping styles and a list of behaviours that indicate reduced coping.
Dealing with meltdowns has been such a regular part of my life for so long now, that they cease to have the impact they did in the early days. I also look at them differently, and hope to share that perspective with you. First, a little background about my...
Every year we join friends on Boxing Day for their annual Christmas recovery gathering. It is a day of sharing leftovers, discussion of the past year, kids happily playing together while adults eat, drink and relax, plus sunset with a view.
As I enjoy the quiet of satisfied children sleeping after an exhausting day, I ponder the odd feeling that it just doesn’t seem like Christmas.
It’s becoming a successful focus now, to encourage the passions/obsessions of those on the Autism Spectrum. So I ask: why can’t we do something similar for all children?
Fortunately, his universal obsession of trains and public transport is easy to satisfy anywhere in the world. Unfortunately it means that public transport journeys become a non-negotiable part of any trip.
He really hasn’t been sick this year, not like he once was. It’s something quite special to notice how wonderfully healthy he is.