Life with a sensory child… the milk sat on the table for 10 minutes so the temperature wasn’t exactly the same as he’s used to… so it must be off… currently, he only drinks out of plastic, so all odours and flavours have to be removed or he can tell that it’s off… and if I change the brand of milk because I shop at a different store, it’s off…

Far too many people don’t get it and far too many aren’t interested in understanding…

A friend the other day asked if I’d ever thought of just smacking him really hard a few times to see if that works…

So many people just say – then he’d starve at my place because he eats what I give him or gets nothing…

When a person has an obvious physical disability, people make allowances. When the difference is mental, psychological or not visual though…

A friend describes the sensory issues as how we feel when we’re in a dark alley – everything is heightened and in alert… and this is how these kids (and adults) live every single second of every single day… exhausting… exhausted…

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To sleep, perchance…

Sometimes I think that sleeping ‘enough’ is a bad thing… the dreams don’t leave me feeling rested… I wake several times in terror… but if I only sleep 3 or 4 hours a night, I don’t hit that dream state… or maybe I don’t get as vested…

Reset…

Friends, food and bubbles…

when the kids are all away, people seem to feed me… perhaps it’s because we can chat without distraction… or perhaps it’s because they know I’ll live on toast and ice cream…

but it’s a wonderful reset…

and reminded me that I still need to buy a tagine… and as google has little advice other than that the ones from Africa are the best… and none of my foodie friends knows much about them… clearly I need to find a marketplace in Morocco or Marrakech!