Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, To The Panto Sonny Shall Go

Taking a break from my blog was a conscious decision I made for the sake on my own sanity. My family had to be my sole focus, the children, Joe’s health, my own health and what with juggling work on top of it, I didn’t have the time nor energy to write. I had also to consider whether Sonny’s severe distress was something that, in the future, he would be comfortable me sharing so publicly. Sonny was in crisis from September through to June this year. He wasn’t coping in his mainstream school and for many reasons, that I won’t go in to now but those who follow us closely might already know, I was preparing to home educate him.

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Please Stop Commenting on my Son’s Weight.

In the last year, Sonny’s physical appearance has changed quite a lot, he has grown tall, so tall! He has lost that dainty little boy look and has grown into a charming young man. Sonny has put on weight. I know. I can see. Yet people continue to comment on my son’s weight. Please stop commenting on my son’s weight. They say it to me like he’s a stranger and no son of mine, hunched towards me, words so whispered they almost make no sound at all. ‘He’s really chunked up hasn’t he!’ ‘He’s got big! He’s put on a lot of weight hasn’t he!’

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Start the day the easy way | Great British Porridge Co

B R E A K F A S T is indeed the most important meal of the day. It breaks the overnight fast and replenishes your body’s supply of glucose and other important nutrients. A good first meal fuels your body with enough energy to see you through to lunch. It’s been well documented that kids who eat breakfast generally have more energy and tend to do better in school. I’ve always been open and honest about the challenges we’ve had with Sonny and school and the struggles we’ve had with his relationship with food. I’m happy to share a brief summary of his journey so far with those that are curious. (Especially to those that feel the need to comment on how ‘nicely covered’ Sonny has become this last year) *Those are my words, not theirs.*

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An Autism Parent Fell Into A Hole

Life with three boys would be challenging for anyone, but throw Autism and the end of the school year into the mix and it’s a whole different field you’re playing in. I’m not afraid of arduous work, but there becomes a point in which enough is enough. ‘You can’t pour from an empty cup’

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‘CATCH!!’ said Cancer 

Just when things settle down and the future you’ve always dreamed of, craved even, is just millimetres from your outstretched fingertips, life throws one hell of a curve ball. I don’t just mean a little hiccup or minor bump in the road, I’m talking CATCH! as quickly as the word sounds, a forceful chest pass, ball-on-fire type curve ball.

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A Guide To Surviving School Mornings

To the mum that high fived me for getting through another morning school run, I salute you! I see you fellow mamma, looking occasionally rushed and flustered on route to the classroom door. We get one other. We don’t pretend this whole mothering thing is easy. It’s certainly not.

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Guest Story by Livia Vass

Livia Vass is a typesetter and mum to two lively boys (one on the spectrum) and two sweet cats. Her son was diagnosed age 9, so they are further along on the autism journey.

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Autism | The Moment I Knew

Knowing all I know now, I wondered how on earth we ever reached the end of that pier in the first place. I don’t remember too much about the walk back to our spot on the beach but it must have been calm. Quiet and reflective. My little boy was different. I knew it then. I just needed to know why. I needed to know how I could help him.

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Luton Airport Fire Station

On Friday, Joe, Sonny and I took to the road. We had dropped Riley off at school to take the coach to the Peter Pan pantomime. Zachary went for a play at his Nanny’s house while we embarked on an adventure of our own. We’d been invited to Luton and Dunstable Airport Fire Station to meet some very special people.

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5 Things This Autism Mummy Dreads

What do you do when your noise sensitive child is simultaneously the noisiest person you know? That’s not a question I have the answer to, other than just let them do their thing. Some days Sonny cannot bear the noise of the television, the loud buzz of a hedge cutter or his brother humming a song. Zachary, only 2 years of age, is fully aware of Sonny’s noise sensitivity and will scream as loud as possible to see his reaction, much to our delight.

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