So what do we do with the pain when it won’t stay silent anymore. When it intrudes on your days, nights, and even your happy moments?
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?
One was a book about reconnection, an issue that seems to plague our current society. The other was a biography, which ended up being nothing of what I expected, but was also filled with undertones about connection.
The skill involved in setting down multiple loop tracks in the small pockets of time before the song starts was an astonishing presentation of multitasking unmatched by most talented minds. Never mind the continuous turning on and off of these recordings, plus adding new recordings, in order to piece together the song with fullness that music played by an entire band has. How he remembered when to turn off and on which pedal is beyond my personal comprehension. Never mind that he did this WHILE he performed the song on guitar while singing.
I’m spending time with actual physical presence of others, which is really good for the soul, partially because your body releases different positive chemicals when you interact with a person in physical space, even if you don’t touch. It’s also good because the type of feedback you get from others when you are physically with them is different.
Countless trips to the airport, to doctors, to bring home real Christmas trees, to buy new bikes, bring home new pets, and take pets on their last trip to the vet. So many things have happened in our well-travelled car.
Having worked at the RSPCA as a volunteer years ago, I had decided that one day I would adopt an adult cat. There are so many of them, often not very old even, and some incredibly social too. With my family however, I knew it could be a while before we found one who would be robust enough to stand up to the chaos that is our home.
Please tell me I’m not the only mum who could run screaming every time the time to cook gets close.
I had 2 Christmases with Charlie's family, and none with mine. This Christmas coupled this cruel twist of fate with my attendance of 2 funerals in the month of December, so it hasn't been the most pleasant month. For my nuclear family though, this...
Carrying a virtual fire extinguisher around to diffuse whatever explodes next, I find myself questioning my abilities as a mum. I’m not the only one either. It seems to be something that I see lots of mums doing right now.