Before our daughter Sydney came along, we had no experience of parenting a neuro-typical child. Brody was our normal. Still is part of our normal. Beautiful and (mostly) happy-go-lucky, but admittedly not always so easy…

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My ‘on this day’ on Facebook recently greeted me with the following guilt trip. It’s a funny old thing, denial. The worst kind of lie in a way. One to yourself. Something I definitely –…

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My son Brody has never been what you’d call a good sleeper. We have always had to sit with him until he falls asleep (still do). He has always woken at the arse-crack-of-dawn (still does).…

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Before I became Brody’s mum, I had barely stepped foot inside a hospital. I rarely saw doctors. I had no experience of physiotherapy. I didn’t even know what an Occupational Therapist was. I couldn’t unfold…

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For me, the saying “life doesn’t come with a manual, it comes with a mother” is spot on. Without my mum, I would be lost.   There are very few people who “get” Brody completely.…

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