Mental Health in Parenting
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Just Relax
‘Just Relax’ is our family motto — said often, rarely achieved. A story about good intentions, Christmas plans, a dying guinea pig, and learning that sometimes relaxing just isn’t possible… and that’s ok Continue reading
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Am I Autistic?
From all the parents I follow on social media there seems to be a lightbulb moment that they have, where they realise their child might be autistic, and then they start realising how similar their child is to them and of course they realise they might be autistic too. Now a year ago I knew Continue reading
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Why?
This is a question I have asked myself over and over again. Throughout this journey, I’ve dealt with a selection of professionals, and I’ve been completely shocked by the incompetence — and in some cases, the outright lies — I’ve encountered. This isn’t me being unfair. I truly believe I’m a fair, level-headed person. I Continue reading
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Does Tea Keep You Alive? A Birthday Reflection
I used to love birthdays but life has shifted in ways I never imagined, and special occasions often bring more emotional weight now than joy. They remind me of the gap between how things are and how I once thought they’d be. They bring reflection, comparison, sometimes grief — not because life is bad, but Continue reading
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How long have you managed to hide in the toilet for?
I am absolutely sure at some point as parents you have hidden in the toilet to get some peace and quiet. But how long does this normally last. Not long for me usually. Ten minutes max I can probably make it last before children are banging on the door. But still hiding out on the Continue reading
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What’s that black under your eyes?
Our household is a blended family and my son goes between my house and his dad’s house. We have a very good routine. It took us 3 tries to find a routine that fit but we have it and it works extremely well. This is a routine we have come up with ourselves – it Continue reading
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What happens to the world after everyone dies?
We had had a bit of a dramatic morning with it not exactly going to plan. My son had woken up angry, breakfast hadn’t gone right and getting dressed had been a nightmare. This meant at 8.30am, after pulling up to school, and without having a cup of tea yet I was feeling slightly frazzled, Continue reading
The Questions of My Child 