So I’m putting it out there straight away that this is a partly biased post as my sister is one of the founders of this charity. However I’m gonna try and give an honest perspective of this amazing and beautiful concept! Firstly I have to say that Hannah and Kathryn who founded and run Made… Continue reading An accessible Mini-Gig!
It’s the little things that make me smile and make my heart feel alive. It’s the little things that actually for us are massive walls and often feel insurmountable Only to become a celebration seconds after completion It’s the little things that others look on and don’t even realise are a ‘thing’. It’s the new… Continue reading It’s the little things!
Week before last I had an amazing opportunity to go away for 48 hours and reflect on myself! What??? Are you kidding me, I find it hard enough doing that (properly) for 48 seconds! To do this I was going up to the beautiful Lake District so as I was further up the country anyway… Continue reading A change is as good as a rest… I think?
My head hurts. I have muscles aching in my legs I didn’t know existed. I can’t sit down in a certain position because my bum is sooooo sore. My forehead is feeling slightly windswept and crispy from the sun beaming down. HOWEVER I’ve not felt this good in a very long time. A year ago… Continue reading Who’d have thought it?
It’s funny to think that years ago as an undergraduate working with boy autists I had no idea I’d find myself here. One of the amazing things about National Autism Awareness Week is that our Lillie sees and hears people that she completely resonates with in a world that so often only depicts a sellable… Continue reading A thank you…
I don’t know if you’ve seen BBC3’s little clip on Things not to say to an autistic person. It’s really worth a watch and it reminded me of a blog I read quite a few years ago (and now can’t find) about 10 things to not say to a parent of an Autist. I immediately resonated… Continue reading Things to say to me!
‘Twas the night before school (after a holiday) and all through the street, a shout could be heard and a thump of the feet. My beautiful girl who has spent the whole week trying harder and harder to not scratch but speak. But I feel my heart breaking, I fight back the tears as I… Continue reading ‘‘twas the night before school…”