Motheroffae

Best Laid Plans

Two weeks ago we thought we had planned a lovely Sunday activity complete with birds, water and puddle splashing… and it blew up in our face. Despite doing everything right, our fae hated everything. This Sunday, we decided to go to a garden centre. That was it, the whole plan! Go to a garden centre,Continue reading “Best Laid Plans”

Why Fight?

I have written a few posts on how to complete various forms, and why, in our humble opinion (my husband is my stalwart support in writing this blog, and my poor editor to make sure that there aren’t too many grammatical errors) it is important to chase information. This blog is why you should fightContinue reading “Why Fight?”

Sunday was not a good day

For reasons that I still do not quite understand, my daughter had a bad day. I have no idea what the trigger was, but from the moment she got up, everything was wrong. She couldn’t settle to watch her shows; when my parents called to talk to us – a regular weekend occurrence – sheContinue reading “Sunday was not a good day”

You’re doing fine.

Don’t forget: you’re doing fine It’s so easy to over-analyse every little thing you do, and focus on every tiny mistake you feel you make. At the end of a particularly hard day, you collapse on the couch – gin optional (only kidding, it’s not optional) – and go through every interaction, every word andContinue reading “You’re doing fine.”

Safe spaces and spoon theory

I’m not normally one for metaphors, but this one rang a discordant bell with me. Have you ever heard of spoon theory? Here’s a short summary for those who haven’t: Every morning when you wake up you have a number of spoons in the drawer that you can use. The number varies from person toContinue reading “Safe spaces and spoon theory”

I can’t help you when you’re being this logical

This fantastic statement was made to me by a therapist the one and only time I went to see one. Several of the agencies I have been referred to have suggested, cajoled and eventually coerced into speaking to a therapist. Apparently they felt it would be good for me, and consequently good for my fae.Continue reading “I can’t help you when you’re being this logical”

Caring for Carers

Today I had another highly depressing conversation with another professional – well, a charity worker (are they professionals? I lose track) – about what help I need to look after my daughter. I find these conversations rather trying, because the first part of the conversation is always the same – and always very depressing. TheyContinue reading “Caring for Carers”

Things you notice raising a neuro-divergent child

It’s been a voyage of discovery raising our daughter. And not just learning about her, either. We have sat in meetings with professionals whilst they assess her behaviour, and been shocked by the statements they have made. Being told that behaviours that you thought were perfectly normal are actually ‘stereotypical’ for a specific condition hasContinue reading “Things you notice raising a neuro-divergent child”

Bikes and other fit things.

I have been attempting to get fit. I have mentioned before, this is not out of some sense of high virtue, but rather in self-defense against my fae, who seems to see sleep as an option that frequently isn’t selected, and believes any illness or injury can be run off (you just need to runContinue reading “Bikes and other fit things.”

A Ranty Update

So, I have been very remiss over the past two weeks at updating this blog. I can only ascribe this to a need for routine. I fear I may have become slightly institutionalised since the birth of my fae, and now that she has started school, I find myself at a loose end and unableContinue reading “A Ranty Update”