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...

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...

At fifteen years old, I left school midway through Year Nine and went into the workforce.

I vehemently expressed that I would not return to school and with that, my mother said if I was not...