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Caffeine fueled, shoe obsessed Aussie chick with a penchant for flying off on tangents and being perpetually annoyed.
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The hand you held.
Years ago, when I haunted Autism message boards soon after Boo’s diagnosis, I came across a poem. A poem that never fails to make me cry fat hot tears. Ever since then whenever someone special in Boo’s life moves on, I give them a copy of...
And his teacher was all,Boo has something to tell you. And I could tell by the look on her face it wasn’t bad. Like he had smeared poo everywhere or peed on the principal or something. This time anyway.
On Friday I went to pick up Boo, just like I do on every school day. Derr. Anyway, I was standing out the front holding court talking to some of the mums, when Boo burst out the door and flung himself at me with a big smile on his face. ‘Tell m...
Something that totally made my day.
This morning was hectic. Hell the whole damn day was hectic. It started with going into Boo’s room to get his school uniform and stepping in something warm and soft. That squished between my toes before the full extent of that stench hit my s...
Stay safe.
Boo has a new little quirk, a catchphrase if you will. Whenever someone leaves, or he himself is doing an Elvis, he looks you deep in the eyes and says ‘Stay safe’ It is all kinds of sweet and awesome and powdered donut goodness (what the...
That’s what he said.
Boo was being a little shit. Not Autism can’t control impulses due to sensory over-stimulation, more fucking little shitness. MPS made him an omelette to his specifications. However it was not in a timeframe that Boo felt was acceptable. Th...
The calm before the storm
This morning, as I stepped out the door I noticed the air did not have the chill I had become accustomed to. Rather, it was mild, not at all warm wrap and boot weather. As I drove into work the announcer declared that it was to be 20C today but don...
sign on a truck
Boo has a scratchy voice. Which frustrates him no end because he has a penchant for replicating any high pitch sound he hears perfectly, and with a scratchy voice he just can’t quite get it right. Which, hmmmm, frustrates is not the word...
Today I pack his bags.
Socks. Shirts. Underwear. PJ’s. Toothbrush. Nappies. Sleeping bag. Pillow. Snacks for midnight feasts. I check and double check, pack and unpack. Fret. With all the turmoil going on in my life, with the Universe hiding behind every ...
The post fuelled by exhaustion and the scent of my own sweat. Oh and a big helping of sooky-la-la-ness.
It has been hot. Nerves are frayed. Patience is thin and he feels the tension in the air. Feeding on the emotions of those closest to him. He doesn’t do it on purpose. He is not screaming for the sake of screaming. He is screaming because o...
The therapy cupboard
Most of you know that I took a couple of weeks leave, to do some serious deep cleaning and reorganising this cess pit we call a home. Well the exploding arses and facial Vesuvius of my offspring put paid to that. But I did manage to get a couple ...
Be careful what you wish for.
Today I saw a man standing on the side of the road. He was overweight. Scruffy. Wearing mismatched clothes and carrying a ragged backpack. As I glanced over at him I noticed he was talking to himself. In a rather animated way, arms moving, head...
Where did my boy go? Oh there he is.
Over the last few weeks we have had huge gains in maturity with Boo. Glimpses of a 9 year old boy, rather than the oversized toddler we are used to. Obsessed with Grease Lightning. They are singing a censored version for the school musical. He is w...
