Showing posts from April, 2016

You know that moment..?

You know that moment where you're standing by the side of the road, in the rain, over an hour from home and holding a child who is laughing like a maniac and has been for the last twenty minutes? The reason you're beside the road and not driving home is because that maniac child has just undone his seat belt for the second time since leaving the car park, only this time you were on a main road instead of approaching the car park entrance. The shock of this had made you yell at the child, or perhaps it was the panic that you didn't quite know what the child was going to do next and while you were in sole charge a big lump of metal that is capable of killing people, there was very little you could do about it.

So you yelled at the child, but the child just laughed harder. This child is so embroiled in anxiety that the only safe coping mechanism is to lose oneself in never-ending mirth. This child is waaay past displaying fear of adults. This child knows adults aren't saf…


I've just found a draft of a half-written blog post from nearly two months ago. It was really interesting to read, as it was about a day that I can remember so clearly as the point where acceptance of our situation started to creep in. More about that later; first, here's the original post...


I have written about half a dozen blog posts in my head since the last time I wrote anything up here, but nothing seemed quite the right thing to commit to forever-dom on the worldwide web. Also I've had the flu, have been feeling rotten for nearly a month, and what spare brain power I have had has been dedicated to preparing for going back to work. Grumble.

Anyway, that's another story. Here's the one that made the blog: this week has been half term, and last Friday we all went off to a local playgroup for children with Special Needs. It's run by a parent, and supported by the Out of School Liaison Officer (I didn't know they even existed!) from Tickle's scho…