Reflections

For years I thought good parenting meant staying calm on the outside no matter what I was carrying underneath.

I got that from everywhere. Hold it together. Don't let them see you rattled. Be the steady one. And I tr...

There was a season I couldn't shower alone. Couldn't use the bathroom alone. Couldn't go for a walk or make a cup of tea. I could barely do a single thing, honestly. My nervous system, and my children's nervous systems, ...

This piece was first published on Kristy's Substack. Shared here so it's easier to find.

"A child gives one word, and the adult wants a paragraph. A teenager shares one feeling, and the parent asks five questions. T...

This is an image of me, deep in the trenches, around a decade ago.

My husband would message from work each day and ask how 'things' were.

Some days, I couldn't speak. I'd send pictures. This was one of those days, and ...

So many people unconsciously spend (waste) their lives working toward what they hope will be peace, one day.

Work hard, then rest.

Main meal first, then dessert.

Wees first, then poos. (I made that one up because orde...

It never gets easier, nor am I ever better prepared for the moments my autistic children (and I) are exposed to another parent’s grief stricken story about their autistic child.

I was conditioned to believe that the fir...

Hello, I’m here writing. It isn’t easy, and it isn’t complete.

Be patient with me, please, as I figure out a way to communicate this internalised experience, these thousands of thoughts, these physical movements that co...

(ETA: This is not about being against therapy. It is a piece on the problematic nature of generic frameworks thrown at autistic people, rather than a consideration of the individual needs, wants, preferences and if there...

Yesterday, someone trolled me on social media.

That in itself isn’t the thing. That happens to autistic folks who joyfully resist the disorder narrative all the time.

It’s threatening to some, to read my writings or he...