If you looked into my house, what would you see? Would you see two children sitting opposite each other at the dining table, quietly doing school work while their mother supports them? You might. And you might think that that was a true reflection of our day to day experience. If you looked a little closer, I wonder if you would notice that one of the children is wearing ear defenders. Or that the other child's face is so puffed up from crying that they are having to squi

Back in the bad old days, when communication was limited and meltdowns were frequent, getting to school at all, let alone on time, could be super-tough. One particular morning, getting out of bed was a bridge too far for my little lad. There was something wrong, horribly wrong and a full-on self-injurious rolling meltdown ensued. Trying to safeguard my son was essential but whilst flailing on the floor, my too-long hair was being grabbed and pulled. Hard. There were no ha

Once upon a time there was a Little Lad of two and a half years, who didn’t speak. His Mummy wasn’t worried because she knew that it was her fault - she was doing too much for him. All she needed to do was back off a bit and sign him up to a nice little nursery to give him a bit of space. He started at the nursery and things went very wrong, very quickly. People started asking the Mummy to sign forms for referrals and she panicked and left. She found a kind Health Visitor

Here we go again. Another birthday, another school change. A pending house move, the end of term. The changes keep coming and your anxiety goes through the roof. Who am I kidding… your anxiety is through the roof on a normal day. Now it is positively stellar. We’ve got the usual favourites - needing to be squashed into the table, your chair rammed up as close as possible without causing asphyxiation. Then there’s the socks and shoes issue - the seam on the socks problem