I haven't written in a long while. My son asked me late last year to refrain from talking about his autism with others. He wants to be in charge of sharing that part of himself with others and I fully support him in his decision. This however put me in a tight spot with my... Continue Reading →
Sew what?
I'm going to tell a story that won't seem to have anything to do with parenting or ASD, but if you stick around I promise I'll connect it all. I sew. I started sewing in a really depressed period of my life. I was 20 years old, working at the Gap and going to counselling... Continue Reading →
Long time coming
It has been a long time since I've written a post. I would think of writing and it would be "summer is hard" Hmm... What else could I add to that? And though I had many answers, none of them were enlightening or specific to my point of view. Kids are fighting. Being at home... Continue Reading →
(Don’t) Hit me Baby One More Time
What is the appropriate reaction to being hit by your own child? Most experts say to stay calm. Besides the fact that I have a temper and hate being hit, threatened, and yelled at so have very little chance at staying calm, I don't know if it's the right approach. We're supposed to stay calm... Continue Reading →
Kicking it up to Max Velocity
One of the challenges of raising a child on the autism spectrum is finding books and movies that my son can relate to. In the last few years there has definitely been a leap in media representation of people on the autism spectrum and with ADHD, but it's certainly not enough given the recent rise... Continue Reading →
Out of Vulnerability
Note: this is something I wrote many weeks ago that I thought I would never publish. It was the end of a long day at the end of a long week and I wrote from a very raw place. I knew that wasn't the mindset from which to choose to publish something for all the... Continue Reading →
Let it go, Elsa.
Ive been realizing something over the last few months. A lot of my parenting journey has been about letting go of my expectations and paying attention to my kids' needs. Reading that sentence back to myself makes it sound simple, like it shouldn't take years and years to figure out. Like I shouldn't have to... Continue Reading →
Breathing Rarefied Air
E was at a sleepover at the grandparents and on a sunny weekend I got a glimpse of life with 1 neuro-typical child. We had a lazy morning that flowed into a spontaneous afternoon of wandering down the main street of our neighbourhood. We stopped at parks, played at playgrounds, ate by the slice pizza,... Continue Reading →
Let’s Get Loud!
You guys, my life is LOUD (and obviously, I watch a lot of Busy Philipps' instagram stories). Or maybe I should rephrase that, my kids are LOUD. My beautiful, wild boy reacts strongly to every unexpected thing, which means a lot of screaming, shouting, and panicking. My beautiful, wild girl reacts strongly to her brother's... Continue Reading →
Reel life
Last month we took E, 7, and M, 4, to their first movie in the theatre. We've offered to take E many times in the last 3 years, but his anxiety around new experiences and fear that the movie would have unexpected scary parts have always stopped him from going. Finally, we found out that... Continue Reading →