Is this the 5 minute argument or the full half hour?

My daughter can argue with air. I’d like to say that’s a metaphor, but I have genuinely heard her, alone in a room, having a full-blown argument when there was literally nothing there to argue with. I like to think she’s simply honing her skills for a future career in politics. Or law. Either way,Continue reading “Is this the 5 minute argument or the full half hour?”

Climb Every Mountain, Name Every Bean

We have survived another school year. This one has been laced with more change than we normally allow. Which is to say… there has been some change. Our little fae has coped remarkably well in some ways and spectacularly failed to cope in others. Such is life with an autistic child. Milestones like the endContinue reading “Climb Every Mountain, Name Every Bean”

Annual pointlessness

Yesterday I spent an hour and a half in a meeting room at my daughter’s school. One with a giant window, where anyone walking past could see the private and confidential information projected onto a screen because a staff member thoughtfully decided it would be easier to read than huddling around a laptop. Nothing saysContinue reading “Annual pointlessness”

Anyone got a paddle?

For the last month our daughter hasn’t slept through more than one night a week. Most nights, if I’m lucky, I get a three hour block before I hear the tiny voice at the bedroom door informing me she “had a nightmare.” The nightmares, according to her, involve snakes, witches, monsters, spiders and, somewhat lessContinue reading “Anyone got a paddle?”