Cooking, Autism and Me

When I was in high school, or maybe just after, I used to watch a show called “Can’t Cook, Won’t Cook”. Ainsley Harriot running around talking to people while they chopped and salted and 15 minutes later there was a thoroughly edible something on the plate. Back then, I  liked cooking as a spectator sport. I […]

Lessons From “A Year of Gratitude”

At the beginning of the year, I decided that this would be the year of gratitude. Or at least, learning about gratitude. That didn’t turn out too well, and a little while ago, I decided to ditch the whole thing. Except somehow, trying for gratitude has sort of seeped in. So here’s some things my […]

Ramblings and Raindrops 

As I write , I am in the car, raindrops pattering against the roof. I’m waiting to fetch Little Person from school. My trousers are wet because I dashed home, walked the dog in the rain and dashed out again. So now I am cold and the cars are whizzing by and the gentle sloshing […]

Pokemon Positives

This whole parenting autism malarkey is very tricky. Especially the bit where Little Person becomes obsessed with particular things. Years later, I still have chunks of script from Octonauts episodes floating through my head (Explore! Rescue! Protect!). Dora the Explorer left permanent scars on my psyche (don’t you dare mention backpack). But somebody mentioned to […]

Faith, Autism and Halloween

I come from a country with sangomas (witchdoctors), where people still put curses on their enemies, and young men drink warm goat’s blood as part of their teenage circumcision rites. I grew up first Baptist, and then Pentecostal (and now I attend my local C of E). I believe in a spiritual realm, in God […]

How do you parent autism?

It’s the million dollar question. How do you parent autism?  You will be pleased to know I have the answer.  How do you parent autism?  You don’t.  You parent a child. You manage autism.  I’ll just leave that here. 

The Trouble With Asking For Help 

Earlier this year,  I discovered a special needs parents support group that meets fortnightly not too far from where I live. The first week I was busy, the second I was ill. The third I forgot about it because I suspect I was having a good day. The following time, I went to bed the […]