Living with Autism

As you can see I have changed my layout. Might play around with a few different ones over the next few weeks. Let me know what you think. (please) Do you think it's Better?


I have also been updating The Other Blog


with photos of Boyzone at The Keith Duffy Masquerade Ball, held last night.

Where Ms Hammie was shaking her 40 year old groove thang in the front row of the free concert given by Boyzone last night.





Keith, Ronan and Mikey

No pictures of me, I was holding the Iphone.

I still love Keith obviously, but am a bit smitten with the lovely Stephen now too as he put on quite a show, and yes, at times made me feel like he was singing to me.


Okay, I understand that he is spoken for, but that doesn't mean that we couldn't go out shopping and dining and dancing together.
Oh, and I managed to give Ronan a kiss on the way out....
More later. Come on! I was up until 3am!!
xx
Cannot embed the Youtube video yet, just click on Better and watch it yourself. Ahhhhhhhh. He's lovely.

This made Bratty and me laugh today



Well she actually laughed more when I did the M M M! for her. And all this made me laugh:

Putting Boo to bed, his bedtime routine which starts with "Goodnight Sleeptight, Have a good dream, hope it comes true. What are you going to dream about?"

His answer: "Dream about days" (as usual)
"With Sky Movies" and then "Simpson's Boxed set Season 7"



Be Aspirational.



Bratty was "working it" in the middle of the kitchen imitating the Wiggles "Rockabye your Bear" dance to get a Jelly teddy. Then rejected a Green jelly teddy saying
"I - Want - Pink!".

Daddy got to eat the green ones. (don't blame her, green jellies have a taint)


Bratty standing at the bottom of the last hill in Crone Woods as we continued to climb and she felt she had gone far enough. Embiggen it and you can see she actually had her legs crossed in a faux casual pose.


In the end she gave up and ran up the hill but came straig…

My Bratty girl had one of her 2am Fiestas last night. This time she took exception to me having a quilt and followed me from her room to mine while I tried to snuggle up and go back to sleep.
In the end I gave up and came downstairs to read blogs and wait for Mr Melatonin to work his magic upstairs. Better to be learning something than trying to sleep and resenting the small person who was stopping me. She was in a deep sleep again by 4 am so I was able to retire once more.
This morning I paid a visit to Casdok and her blog "Mother of Shrek" to see what other commenters had said after I had read it last night. And then for a change I decided to read her other blog "Faces of Autism" . I'm so glad as it is full of photographs of children and young adults who are on the spectrum, with testimonials from the people who love them.
These testimonials celebrate what makes their child special, why difference is not something to be hated or feared (a constant theme of Casdo…

Sorry for the temporary absence but I have been madly busy with my paid job; the website,Autism Affinity and the Recycle Your Phone initiative.

Boo however has been blogging so you can check out his latest post here.


Boo blogging on his desk= my legs! I have also set up an alternative blog that is purely for Auties and Aspies and the people who care about them: Irish Autism Action Blog. So if you have a blog or you know of someone who has one, please get in touch so I can put them on my blogroll. Sorry for the shameless filler post. I do have something very serious I want to write about, but I have to sleep sometime!xx

Wow. I have actually been thinking about this recently, after seeing Stephen Fry's visit to New Orleans in the excellent travel documentary series he recently made for the BBC.
(yes I know, more travel shows!)

In the third episode he follows the Mississippi, taking a tour of the abandoned neighbourhoods destroyed by Hurricane Katrina, meeting homeless people not living the American Dream, and visits Angola, one of America's most notorious prisons.
And I got to thinking of what we all might be capable of, given the circumstances.

You see, while I would never compare Autism parenting to being homeless or incarcerated, I would have some understanding of the levels of inner strength you have to call on in extraordinary situations. You learn things about yourself that you shouldn't have to. You also clean up more poo and sick than any human being should ever expect to. And you learn to love people who have screamed at you until your ears burst, or kicked you or used your Clarins…