Breathe in...

Breathe out...

Breathe in...

Breathe out...

That’s it. Just like they taught you. Calm down, don’t take it out on her.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, you know I didn’t mean it.”

“I know Mum. It’s not your fault.”

“But it is. Mine and my stupid autism’s.”

I always feel awful when ever I get overwhelmed. I always get so stressed and I end up shouting at my daughter. It’s because I’m autist...

28.08.19

I see him everyday as I gaze out of my window. The boy of my dreams. He sits on the beach and sketches the horizon. I can just make him out with my eye, but if I look through my telescope I can see his face. I can see his sparkling, bluey-grey eyes as they reflect the sea, every crease in his forehead as he puzzles over which section to draw today and his smile, oh his smile, his perfect...