Raising 3 boys on the autism spectrum.
In the term 3 school holidays last year we had a very bad day out. I can look back on this day now and laugh but at the time it was a shocker. The Pokèmon game was popular at this time and Kallan had been begging to go to kings park and hunt for some.… Continue reading A bad day out.
Patrick has severe autism. Also known as classic autism or Kanners syndrome. At six years old he is completely non-verbal. He has never said a word. He makes a lot of sounds and is very noisy but his sounds are mostly him stimming. He has just started using noise to communicate, in the form of… Continue reading Living with the lower end.
My third pregnancy had been a tough one. I had suffered extreme nausea through out the first trimester. Then during my second trimester my pelvis separated, leaving me in so much pain I ended up in hospital. I began to get headaches all the time, my hands and feet were going numb, which was also a… Continue reading 28 weeks.
Campbell my middle child, is as stubborn as, well, me! If his mind is made up about something it is made up. Althought hard to toilet train, Kallan was sorted before he went to kindy. Campbell on the other hand had huge anxiety around anything to do with the toilet. We literally couldn't walk past… Continue reading Toilet terror.
In 2012 we decided to take the boys on a family holday to the Gold Coast, Queensland. It was here that we started to notice Kallan was behaving very differently to his usual self. He was usually a very quiet and sweet boy but he had become impulsive and extremely silly. We visited all of… Continue reading Thrills, spills and ADHD pills.
Four years is old is the general age where your child will start kindergarten. This is a huge milestone, it's the start of their education and the place they begin to form friendships. For me four was one of the hardest and loneliest ages. My kids were included and treated well by all of their… Continue reading Four is the loneliest number.
Last November we had what I call our 2 weeks from hell. It first started out on the weekend with Patrick having temperatures and being rather lethargic. For who a boy who is normally full of energy this was a bit of an issue. Giving medicine to Patrick is like trying to bathe a cat.… Continue reading November Pain.
The emotions after our diagnostic appointments were a mixture. There was sadness, that my child now had a label. There was grief, that my child may not grow into the person I had once envisioned. There was anger, why did this happen to us? There was curiosity, what happens next? What does the future for… Continue reading The aftermath.
The time is 6:37 and I am tired, you know that kind of tired you feel right to your bones? It hits every time this night. For the last hour Patrick has run around the house squealing and yelling at the top of his lungs. He loves cause and effect and the loud noise sure… Continue reading 6:37pm
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