Hearing them words, even when you think you are expecting them, knock the wind out of you. So many feelings. Elated, a proffesional sees what i see, im not going crazy. Im not a bad Mum after all. We are finally going to get some answers. An officially diagnosis. We will get help. Sad, because … Continue reading “Your Son definatly has a disorder”
Thursday the 29th September started off as any other day. The usual morning. Tantrums, attitude then breakfast club at school. Nothing was unusual. I went to do my car theory test and passed, i was beyond happy and phoned to tell everyone the news. I went home, made my lunch then sat down to eat. Then … Continue reading The First Seizure
Yesterday we visited Energi Trampoline Centre in York. I did briefly mention this in my last Blog post. I did mention the hellish Coach journey. The actual centre was well worth it though. We went to the Autism Friendly Session. When we arrived the lighting had been turned off, as had the music and the … Continue reading Energise York
I have tried to take a step back from blogging, and social media. I have come to the conclusion that i need to blog and spend time on social media. This is my outlet. My support system. I need social media as much as i need a cup of coffee in the morning. I never … Continue reading Adulting
This is our reality. Junior got angry. I couldn't explain to him what was going to happen throughout the day while I was at work. He destroyed the trampoline. Juniors speciality as you might want to call it, is destroying things. I honestly don't think at the time it's always intentional. He regrets … Continue reading Our Reality
Today I feel bad. I feel bad for complaining about my Cubs, for complaining about Juniors behaviours, for finding motherhood hard. I have just read a blog on Facebook, about a Mum who had lost her child. I've come across a few of these blogs lately. I cannot even begin to comprehend what they are … Continue reading Appreciation
Something I have always struggled with. I was the fat kid. The late bloomer. Now I eat like a horse but remain skinny, "you're so lucky" people always tell me. Shame i never feel lucky. I hate the fact I'm skinny, I'm a size 8, I have tiny boobs, I just look gangly, awkward and … Continue reading Bikinis & Body Image!