Saturday, July 26, 2014
The letter I wish I had read when my children were diagnosed with Autism
This article was moved to michellesuttonwrites.com
In this post
appearing normal,
Autism,
Autism Acceptance,
Autistic,
cry,
diagnosis,
grief,
grieving,
help,
letter,
parent,
parenting,
resources,
resources for parents,
strategies,
support,
supports,
therapy
Saturday, July 19, 2014
#boycottAutismSpeaks
It's no secret that I do not like Autism Speaks
There is a virtual protest against Autism Speaks on at the moment.... you can find out more about it on the Boycott Autism Speaks Facebook page, twitter account, and website.
If you do not like the message of fear Autism Speaks spreads, you might like to join in too. Write a message and send in a photo- easy!!
Here are the photos my family and I have contributed.
There is a virtual protest against Autism Speaks on at the moment.... you can find out more about it on the Boycott Autism Speaks Facebook page, twitter account, and website.
If you do not like the message of fear Autism Speaks spreads, you might like to join in too. Write a message and send in a photo- easy!!
Here are the photos my family and I have contributed.
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
When the mouth says something different than the mind is thinking







After she went to explain to E and she felt things were restored between them, she asked to draw pictures of her feelings.


The images in this post are the pictures MissG drew of how she feels at different times. Each has a caption written by me so that the people MissG shows the picture to knows what she means by them. There is a "title page" that says "MY FEELINGS" and has a few different pictures of faces on it. There is a yellow page with a smiling face that says 'I am happy'. Then a green page that has a face with a small smile that says 'I am OK'. Next is a pink page that has a picture of a person with their mouth open and hands on their cheeks that says 'I'm so surprised'. Following that is a light brown page with a face with an open mouth and eyebrows raised that says 'I wasn't expecting that!'. Next is a purple page picturing a face with downturned mouth and two tears under each eye that says 'I am sad'. A grey page follows showing a face with a downturned mouth and eyebrows close to the eyes that says 'I'm feeling cross'. The next picture is on dark brown paper, there is a picture of two people and a cat standing next to a fish tank, one person looks happy and one looks sad, the caption says 'I'm feeling a little disappointed'. The last picture is on blue paper and is of a person with wide eyes and a flat line mouth, the person has big ears and is holding their hands over their ears, it says 'That was too LOUD'.
The pictures and information in this post are all shared with MissG's permission.
In this post
acceptance,
Autistic,
communication,
emotions,
feelings
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Lack of services does not cause child abuse
This article was moved on 13 November 2015 to
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http://michellesuttonwrites.com/2015/11/13/lack-of-services-does-not-cause-child-abuse/
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http://michellesuttonwrites.com/2015/11/13/lack-of-services-does-not-cause-child-abuse/
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Sometimes I just want to cry
Can I be honest for a minute? Well, I'm always honest with you guys, but I want to tell you some honest hard sort of stuff.
I love blogging. I really do. I usually don't care if a post gets lots of likes and lots of comments, because I work on the knowledge that it's worth writing if it makes a difference to just one person.
I like begin an "activist"- pushing against the status quo. I think it is worth the effort to try to help people see things differently, maybe think about things in a way they haven't before.
I saw a quote today- (sourced here)
But lately, I'm just feeling discouraged. Writing can be hard work. I put a lot of myself into what I write. I check with the kids to make sure they are comfortable with me sharing when I write about them. I get a "bee in my bonnet" about things, and I try really hard to stand on the right side of justice and to support the Autistic community well.
Then I look around the internet, and you know whose blogs and pages are the most popular? The ones with a feel good story every single day (whose life is actually like that???). The ones with lots of swearing. The ones that are funny or witty or just plain smartypantses (yes, that is a word). Or worse, the ones who don't show much respect for their kids, and who would rather see their beautiful unique children be changed or 'cured'.
When I see that, I get angry. I get a bit jealous, too. I start to want to see more likes, more comments, more people agreeing with me.
Because I want to be heard. Because I want to know that all my effort standing up and saying something different than that message of tragedy and fear is making a difference. Because I want to be reassured that the world will be different for my kids than it has been for my adult Autistic friends.
I can't guarantee that my efforts will lead to any of that.
Lots of nights lately, I just want to cry.
I love blogging. I really do. I usually don't care if a post gets lots of likes and lots of comments, because I work on the knowledge that it's worth writing if it makes a difference to just one person.
I like begin an "activist"- pushing against the status quo. I think it is worth the effort to try to help people see things differently, maybe think about things in a way they haven't before.
I saw a quote today- (sourced here)
Krishnamurti: “It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.”
and I hope that in some small way what I do when I write is to help people realise where society is sick and how they might be able to change that a bit in their part of the world. Most days I go to bed feeling like it is possible.
Then I look around the internet, and you know whose blogs and pages are the most popular? The ones with a feel good story every single day (whose life is actually like that???). The ones with lots of swearing. The ones that are funny or witty or just plain smartypantses (yes, that is a word). Or worse, the ones who don't show much respect for their kids, and who would rather see their beautiful unique children be changed or 'cured'.
When I see that, I get angry. I get a bit jealous, too. I start to want to see more likes, more comments, more people agreeing with me.
Because I want to be heard. Because I want to know that all my effort standing up and saying something different than that message of tragedy and fear is making a difference. Because I want to be reassured that the world will be different for my kids than it has been for my adult Autistic friends.
I can't guarantee that my efforts will lead to any of that.
Lots of nights lately, I just want to cry.
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