So proud of my girl

So proud of my girl

I need to recognise the bravery of my oldest daughter, Matilda, who fell from playground equipment after school on Friday afternoon and sustained fractures to both bones in her left forearm. As I’ve shared in past posts, Matilda is hyper-sensitive to touch and...
The Cost of Autism Ignorance

The Cost of Autism Ignorance

I don’t often get mad but inequality, mistreatment and ignorance all make my blood boil, particularly when it’s aimed at the most vulnerable in society, such as those with disabilities or special needs. There are discussions in every nation right now about...
A letter to my enemy

A letter to my enemy

Dear Enemy, There is a part of me who doesn’t want to acknowledge your existence at all. Who wants to deny that we are enemies. Because we shouldn’t be, you and I. We should be friends. To be honest, I don’t think we’ve ever had a good...
I don’t like asking for help

I don’t like asking for help

If you’ve taken the time to read through any of my posts here, this confession will probably not come as any sort of surprise. I really don’t like asking others for help. Call me stubborn or overly-ambitious or unrealistic. But I really hate having to seek...