26 June 2017

Who Will Look After My Family If I Die? - SEND Families Dilemma

I returned home from taking the kids to school last Thursday and immediately collapsed on the sofa.

My back felt like it was breaking, every inch being stabbed with a thousand tiny needles, and my whole body was wracked with pain, I was struggling to keep my eyes from closing they felt so heavy, bruised.  Teary eyed, and tiny sobs escaping from my mouth I could barely move.

And I knew that today I couldn't be mum. I couldn't parent. 

So resigning from all responsibility of the day, I lay there sobbing in agony.

I had no idea what the matter was, I had just awoken that morning and my body had given up on me. It was telling me that enough was enough and I needed a break. Or at least that's what I thought at the time.

Being a parent of multiple children with additional needs and disabilities takes it's toll. I have my own health issues too, and my partner is also disabled. We muddle through, but sometimes I have these mini moments where i just seem to break. A few days every couple of months where I hide from the world and my body says enough is enough. My batteries begging for a recharge along with my mind itching to be cleansed.

I thought this might be one of those moments and so the whole situation plays out through my mind - you know - Why me?Why is it so hard? Why can't life be simple? Will she ever get ready for school without WW3?

This time i was particularly over thinking things. Laid there, consumed in my own thoughts, my body hurting and not understanding why i felt so truly awful. I didn't know how much more I could take, how much more my body would take, would I die? I was in that much pain that I actually thought I might.


She needs to go to residential before I completely break. That was my last thought before i passed out from pain and exhaustion for the next 8 hours.
And that same thought has consumed me ever since, because I must have been feeling pretty shit for that thought to even enter my mind.

I have wondered about residential before, but this was different. In that moment, of despair and pain, and feelings of complete desperation I WANTED it. I didn't want my whole family ruined. In that moment I wanted to save us all from heartbreak - Lola included.

As I got worse, my temperature soared, and my body broke down into tiny fragments with no resemblance of myself just a mere 12 hours ago -  I could utter a few words here and there, I didn't know how we'd manage.

My partner has a neurological condition that affects his mobility and he is in constant pain. I am the main parent, and carer to all of my family. If I break, we all do.

I sat in the Doctors that evening barely coherent, tears streaming down my face, unable to stand unaided, and was told I was severely dehydrated and had an infection. 

But I wasn't going to die. Phew.

It wasn't over though, my infection got worse, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I could even drink without wanting to be sick. I was rattling with medication and the children needed me. But I couldn't get out of bed. My urgent blood tests showed I had very high infection markers but no sepsis - which was the good news, although we still had no idea where the infection was.

As all the tablets worked their way through my blood stream and fixed my poor wearied body, I started to realise the severity of our situation.

What if I die? Who will take care of my family then? Who will dress Lola in the mornings? Who will make sure She gets out of bed and eats a satisfying breakfast before school? Who will put that snack in her hand as she leaves the house knowing that's what she likes to travel on the bus with, even though she never eats it.

Who will remember to order everyone's prescriptions on time, or pick them up? Who will make sure stanley has his P.E kit on Mondays and swim kit on Thursdays? Lola's is Tuesdays and Fridays and Connie's is Wednesdays?

Who will follow up on that list of reports and appointments that need scheduling. I didn't write it down it's stored neatly in a folder in my brain. Who will even know that?

What if I end up seriously ill in hospital for weeks on end, and my family have no help?

There is no emergency service for families like mine. There are no second options, no fall backs. It's just us.

The infection that I had, can be brought on by severe stress.

I have never hidden the fact that I am stressed, exhausted, anxious and sometimes I break. Not once.

If I am like this, I can guarantee there are thousands of other families out there like mine, with not just one but two or three or four children with additional needs, illnesses or disabilities, and add to that a parent with a disability and one holding everything together it's inevitable that they are going to be stressed and exhausted, breaking point only a stones throw away.

There needs to be a service for families like mine. When in absolute desperate need we can call upon for help.

An emergency plan. Our backup. Our second option.

Because my one biggest fear in my life is Who will look after my family if I die!
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8 June 2017

Parent Paranoia - A Break Down In Communication

Often parents of children with different needs, disabilities and illnesses find themselves fighting  battles with professionals in different sectors daily.

As a parent you want what’s best for your child and interventions in place that they need to be able to access life as fully as they possibly can.

Often, as a parent you are the ONLY person that fully understands your child’s needs and differences because you know them so well. You know when they are masking or putting on a front, and you know that what they actually look like isn’t necessarily how they are really feeling, but that it is their coping mechanism for when you aren’t around to support their needs as you know fits them well.

Enter parent paranoia! This feeling is real, and consuming and has the ability to knock you left right and centre so that all you can focus on are situations where you’ve tried helping your child and the response from professionals is nonplus.

'Do they care? ‘ - you ask yourself, ‘was i too forceful?’ you constantly overthink.

‘Did i come across like a pushy mother?’ ‘Am i imagining things?’

All these thoughts and lots lots more playing over and over in your mind after certain situations where you’ve advocated strongly for your child.

You know what they need, you know what helps them. So they don’t show it in school, because they are trying their hardest to fit into a society that everyone else is moulded into believing is normal and correct.

My daughter is beautifully behaved at school. Im so proud of that, however it tires me out a little because the extremely violent behaviours that we see at home are unbelievable to those that see my angelic, happy little smiling girl.

Then comes the fall out - The violence, the demand avoidance, destructiveness, picking on her siblings, uncontrollable tics, that she’s suppressed.

My son, is also beautifully behaved at school, he often just gets on with things, does as he’s asked, is a very polite little boy which I’m so proud of - but he’s falling off the radar with his ability to “just get on with it’

'Am i being too pushy?' Am i expecting too much?” thoughts creeping in, situations playing over and over and over in your head, taunting and tormenting. - Parent paranoia. Wasted time spent on thinking about things too much, dissecting them, worrying about what people think of you and how its going to impact on the professional relationship that you thought was sound.

You know that your child needs X,Y,Z, yet because they mask and because they ‘plod along’ means they miss out on those interventions that they desperately need. Which all too often results in their tricky behaviours increasing tenfold at home, regression starts, more paranoia creeps in. Children masking and breaking down at home is all to common and familiar see my Coke Bottle Analogy

'Its a parenting problem' is all too often thrown about like it won’t harm anyone, 'take a parenting course and all will be fine and dandy.’

Its not as simple as that, when there is a communication breakdown, it is the child who suffers the most. falls the hardest, and the parent who tries desperately to pick up the pieces, fighting, and begging, pleading and seemingly harassing people for help.

As a parent of multiple children who have autism and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, who both have the ability to mask and ‘plod along’ in situations so they get by, a good communication relationship is THE single most important tool needed to sustain a healthy working relationship for the child. When that communication breaks down, paranoia sets in and eats its way through threatening to destroy everything.

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6 June 2017

Dealing With Very Challenging Behaviour

My blog post on Living With Very Challenging Behaviour had a huge response, in fact it had the biggest response that any piece of my writing has ever had. I had parents messaging me and thanking me for my honesty, I had people thankful they'd found my page as they were going out of their minds with the crippling loneliness that normally accompanies adult carers of children with very challenging behaviour. Along with those messages of thanks and encouragement they were normally ended with....

 "So how do you deal with it?”


So how do we manage?

Well to be honest sometimes we don't. I'm not superwoman, and I'm no saint! Sometimes it gets too much and life feels like it's crumbling beneath my feet with no way to mould it back together again. Other times I could high five myself so much that I fear I would make myself look insane.

Step one is to try and reduce the anxiety. We reduce the anxiety by completely taking away all demands, we give her choices, and ask her to make the decision of what she wants to do.

I found I had an amazing skill after having Lola, I became so in tune with her it was like we were fused as one, having the ability to know what she wants or needs with a tilt of her head - based on careful evaluation of surroundings and events was crucial. 

When she was born the bond between us was instant and very intense.

I was very aware that I was the only person that knew what she wanted or why she was upset. Whether she was uncomfortable or hurting and looking back on her early months makes me wonder if I intuitively knew she hated clothes. I was always adjusting her clothes, making sure her socks were always over her trousers and keeping her trousers from sliding up, always pulling down her tops, and tucking them in, In fact she rarely wore clothes, she was in baby grows for probably about two years. On the very rare occasion I went out, I would be so anxious that we simply would not have a good time at all. You see she cried, and screamed so loudly when i wasn’t there that she was sick.

As she grew, our bond intensified even more and this made me edgy. I was constantly wondering when she was going to crack, trying to avoid situations that would put pressure on us, driving the one minute walk to nursery because it was far too dangerous, and stressful to walk with her.

I know when something that would normally make her squeal with laughter would make her scream in pain. I can judge her likely reaction in an instant. I constantly find myself giving other people the 'look', or a nod and shake of my head, as to leave whatever it is alone. Sometimes I intervene and change the conversation around so that it doesn’t turn something that Lola feels like she has to fight for. My ability to read Lola’s subtle clues put a lot of pressure on the family. It really did make her look spoiled and naughty but if there was a situation that someone was dealing with that i knew would push her over the edge, I HAD to intervene.

The result of this was family conflict. Between me and a lot of people, including my other children. I had to protect her and shield her from things that others didn’t believe was an issue, or couldn’t understand was an issue. Of course I had a duty to protect my other children too, and this is why I cared so much that we reduced demands on her, that we rallied around to make her comfortable and give her what she needed as soon as she needed it, because if we didn't then these situations of control and violence would quickly escalate in a direction that no one wants to follow. We had no training, we had no idea how to deal with issues correctly and in unity because we were told she was an ‘extreme version of normal’ We were flying solo, and we were winging it. And in the beginning we were definitely not on the same page. As we are now.

This is what we mean when we say "walking on egg shells" the ability to always be aware, always be understanding, and always know when now is not the right time to ask her to clear away her toys! Or brush her teeth. Or pick up her school clothes. These kinds of things have to be done systematically, carefully using very precise timing. My daughter's anxiety doesn't leave much room for intentional manipulative behaviour with the intention of "getting her own way" Sure it looks like that - and believe me sometimes I even struggle to cope.

So when people ask me, 'why I am doing this', and 'why I am doing that' - or should they try and take control of a situation because maybe they think they know best, i am very firm on taking control of my daughter. My main priority is keeping her calm and reducing her anxiety to a level that allows to try and have a relatively calm family life.

It is exhausting, and overwhelming and it certainly takes a toll on our whole family. Having autism with a presentation of demand avoidance leaves Lola with little ability to comply meaning that her diagnoses are leading her, the captain of the ship, and the president of our home. So yes, we make many allowances for her, we let go a lot of things that as a parent you would not instinctively want to.

Of course I understand, of course I am supportive, but I am after all human with my own sanity limits. There is only so much one person can take and when the challenging behaviour is only managed by one parent it can be consuming. She is anxious. She needs control. And she will resist any form of demand by way of neurological reflex response to gain that control to reduce her anxieties to allow her self to conform. 

For this reason we make barely any demand of her and in turn her anxiety is reduced, but this comes at a cost, and one that the whole family has to pay for on a daily basis. She is reliant on us all to have the ability to manage her the way she feels most comfortable. My other children are slowly coming to terms with Lola being captain of this ship. Sometimes i feel like she is sinking, whilst we, as a family bale out all of the water, once again supporting her in the right direction, gently guiding her to the helm.

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30 May 2017

If We Want Perfect Children We Should Give Them Melatonin.

A reporter called Sarah Marsh has written an article on Monday based on very little factual evidence and more on mum shaming, and quite clearly unjustified opinions, which are at best, laughable, and at worst utterly tarnishing the community that I find myself in online today. Link to original article here: Too Many Children Being Prescribed Melatonin To help Aid Sleep

Apparently Melatonin is given out too readily to children, who are struggling to sleep, and even though the NHS Data on prescriptions does NOT give figures for children specifically - apparently the increase in prescriptions has been raised tenfold. What even is this number?

The article also states that it has become a fashionable treatment for parents who want ‘Perfect Children’

Trust me if I wanted perfect children I wouldn’t be continually seeking out our prescriptions of melatonin. If I wanted ‘Perfect Children’ they sure as hell wouldn’t need any medication.

As an advocate for the online community of parents who have children with sleep conditions, whether it be related to autism, or not, I find this article highly offending.

I had to fight tooth and nail for help with my daughters sleep issues; I went through years of behavior courses, and sleep courses and sleep diaries. Trying specific night-lights, and weighted blankets, massages with lavender, changing our whole routine so that it was completely tailored to her needs. No disruptions, 100% 1:1 before bed time. Guess what? It never worked, so forgive me if you think I’ve over reacted a little here, but my daughters melatonin prescription wasn’t handed to me on a plate. I didn’t want it because all the other autistic children had it. My daughter simply doesn’t produce melatonin, and needs this to be able to at least get off to sleep and have a few hours.

I know that the article is directed at parents who have children with mainly behavioral problems, but even that isn’t an easy fix. And many of those children are overlooked because of the funding cuts, and the hidden disabilities, the ability to mask their symptoms, so before you go around throwing the term “fashionable to use melatonin” try and include some actual factual based evidence on the number of children who are prescribed this medicine who DO NOT have accompanying disabilities and sleep disorders.

Please think before publishing such articles, We as a community of parents who have children with numerous disabilities, and medical issues, do our best to raise awareness, create understanding and acceptance of our little ones, or even ourselves. And when articles like this are published, they are increasingly misinterpreted, and can undo so much hard work that we do.

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25 May 2017

Forgive Me If I Do A Little Air-Punch When My Daughter's Behaviour Has Challenged You

If you have a child with Autism, and they are experts in masking their anxieties and are able to suppress their difficulties until a time they feel secure enough to release them, then only us as parents, or main caregivers get to truly experience the difficulties and anxieties that our little people are struggling with day in and day out.

Sometimes these kids can go their whole childhood undiagnosed because they have fooled everyone into believing that they are just like everyone else. These children often go on to having a really hard time when they make it into their teens, and by then they have missed out on the early intervention that they desperately needed. Many of these children are only “Caught Out” because they have suppressed to such an extent that other illnesses or disorders arise, such as Tourette’s, or eating disorders, depression and even suicidal thoughts.

So forgive me when I do a little air-punch when Lola’s brought back from her nans, and nanny looks exhausted, or I pick her up from her aunts house and she exclaims “I don’t know how you do it”

When Lola is her natural self, uninhibited, wildly carefree, and over excited or she’s anxious and hyperactive, controlling and difficult to manage it can leave you feeling utterly exhausted. These are Lola’s natural behaviours, these behaviours are her normal, her typical and when someone describes her as being ‘good as gold’ I inwardly groan.

When she is ‘good as gold’ she is NOT herself. That is not natural, this is Lola masking, copying, and mimicking others so that she can make it through. 

She’s like a beautiful little swan gliding gracefully through the beautiful sparkling waters, but underneath she’s using all her energy, all her grit and determination to paddle those little feet so that she fools you into thinking she’s mastered this skill to perfection.

By masking, Lola is suppressing and squashing down her troubles and that leaves only one result. An explosion. Double and triple the amount of her natural behaviors explode all at once - when she’s home, or when I pick her pick – resulting in the most violent and emotional meltdowns that we see. An example of this explosion is described in great detail in my Coke Bottle Analogy

So forgive me when I ask you how she’s been - and I can see the exhaustion in your face – but I look relived that she’s been challenging. I sometimes even let slip a whispered “phew” or outright say “thank god”

It isn’t because I condone bad behavior from children, or I think it is funny. It’s because I am so pleased that she has been able to be herself, she hasn’t suppressed those anxieties to release at a time that she feels safe, and it hasn’t resulted in our family feeling the full brunt of an almighty, violent and very emotional meltdown for hours and hours on end right after we have just had a tiny amount of respite that we have been waiting months for.

It is because I am thankful that she also sees you as her ‘safe place’ and that she trusts you enough to be able to mange her anxieties. She trusts that you will help and guide her and you have been given the privilege of knowing who she really and truly is.

So forgive me for doing that little air-punch because it also means that you are one extra person able to give me a break! 

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18 May 2017

Is Gatwick Airport REALLY Autism Friendly?

After using the special assistance at Gatwick Airport over a year ago, and being quite impressed with the service, even though there was some miscommunication, I booked it again for this year - hoping that those miscommunications and slight problems would be improved after I had learned from the previous experience.

We are family of five, and come with a hefty bag of disabilities. My partner has a mobility condition, and really struggles with long distances, so the wheelchair assistance is a god send for us. I also have a little girl who is Autistic. She has severe anxiety, Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, Sensory Processing Disorder a Motor Disorder and a whole host of other disabilities. She needs full time 1:1 care, and is currently in an amazing specialist school.

Due to this we decided to take the risk and take the children out of education for 10 days to avoid the hustle and bustle of the airport at half term.  Knowing how much she struggles with busy places, and unfamiliar surroundings I booked the travel assistance for my partner and Lola, so that as a whole family we could go through with ease, using their special dedicated lanes, the lanyard system - which is in essence a necklace that you wear so that staff members are automatically aware of the need of extra understanding, care and empathy – and have the use of the travel buggy that would take us from duty free to our departure gate.

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that I had booked the appropriate seats for my family, arranged all the travel assistance so that my daughter could be whisked through the crowds and my partner would be in less pain due to all the walking. I didn’t make the same mistake as the year before where they left me with two children and only took Lola and Kenny, so that we were all split up and rushing to make the plane. 

Or so I thought....

I had planned, I had checked, and double-checked. Thomson telephone enquiries have a 3GB notes storage of all my conversations making sure everything went to plan. (Yes I am THAT parent) As a special needs parent, and the partner of a mobility restricted person the planning of a holiday needs to be planned like a military operation. I had prepared my children for the airport, I had explained what would happen, how we would be transported through, I had explained that this time we wouldn’t be split up, because as I am Lola’s carer I would need to travel with her.

We were all so excited. They knew what to expect and I was confident on my preparation for a girl with such high anxiety that everything should have run smoothly.

So why didn’t it? Why were we left sat around waiting for assistance in the busiest part of the airport where my daughter was reduced to such high anxiety that she was openly self-harming. Screaming at anyone that walked past, kicking and punching walls and floors. Why was I wearing a lanyard that was supposed to alert people of my position, yet no one came to help?

My partner was wheelchair bound and had to look after two other children whilst my baby girl tortured herself, with bites, and slaps, and punches. She was Spitting and dribbling, screaming and crying. Why were we not given the Special assistance that we were promised? Why were we not given the special assistance that we needed, and that we quite rightly should have been given.

We were left vulnerable, in the middle of a very busy airport, ignored and isolated.


When we were finally took through the queues that we should have bypassed, Lola’s’ anxiety increased with such intensity that she had to be forced through the metal detectors. This resulted in her knocking the alarm so she had to then be patted down and put through the big intimidating scanners that she was absolutely petrified of. At this point she was so exhausted that she froze, and because the assistance was so poor I did not know where my other children were. Kenny was wheeled through the scanners, and because Lola had to go the other way, Stanley (9) and Connie –Mail (4) were left to navigate their own way through.

The one saving grace at this point as I burst into a flood of tears, in front of my children and three hundred other passengers was the security lady who was searching us. She saw my tears, and frustrations, she noticed my lanyard and she calmed me down with her kind words and patience. She spoke to me for so long, not caring that others were queuing, she put me first.

She told me how much of an amazing job I was doing and gave me instructions as to what to do when I got through. I wanted to hug her and never let her go to be honest, these people - The ones that shine, the ones that show so much compassion and empathy are like gold dust – and I hope she reads this and I want her to know that I wont ever forget her. She will always be etched in my memory as ‘The one who got it’ Thank you Gatwick for employing such an amazing and selfless person, but shame on you for not recognizing a family in desperate need of help and assistance. Shame on you for ignoring my requests, shame on you for advertising such services and being so poorly organized that it would have been easier to go through without the assistance.

After such lovely words spoken to me by security I was confident that the worst was over. I was sure it would all run smoothly from then on.

It wasn’t over and it didn’t run smoothly from then on either. It was a complete disaster. After booking my whole family through for the assistance, I was assured we would all be taken through. However upon arriving back to the special assistance checking point with our buzzer I was informed I would have to walk with Connie and Stanley regardless of the fact I was Lola’s carer and that it wasn’t appropriate to allow her to travel essentially on her own.

Why would they even suggest this? If I wasn’t flying with Kenny, would they have made her go alone? I don’t think so. So why again, did I have to find out last minute that the whole family wasn’t permitted on the buggy? My daughter was prepared weeks in advance for what was going to happen, what to expect and what it looked like in pictures.

The sheer bad attitude of the staff behind the disability assistance desk was absolutely shocking to say the least.

An excerpt from the Gatwick airport Assistance page says :


                                              Hidden disabilities
We are working with a number of charities to identify how we can improve the airport experience for our vulnerable passengers who may not want to share details of their hidden disabilities

If this applies to you or someone you're traveling with, we can offer you a special lanyard to wear on your journey through our airport. This will identify you to staff as someone who may need additional support or understanding. Our staff have been specially trained to recognise the lanyards and act accordingly. 

I can assure you that they did not act accordingly, and they did NOT recognise the lanyards or the fact we were a vulnerable family. They did not care, and their attitude towards our situation after it was explained in detail was not understood and it certainly wasn’t acted upon.

I am calling out now to Gatwick Airport to read this. And make changes. This service has really made me think about never wanting to through an airport ever again with my children. How is that inclusive? How is that Special Assistance? I am very disappointed and even if I did consider flying again, I am not sure I could manage to persuade my daughter to ever go through an airport again. I want to be able to see this face, This happy, beautiful and excited little smile on a holiday with her family again.

So not only has this experience ruined our expectations, disappointed us and caused an extreme amount of stress for my daughter. It has also ruined future experiences, further family holidays for all of my children, Future life experiences that everyone should be entitled to all because you got it wrong! On so many levels did you get it wrong.

If you have any idea how I can ever get her on a plane again please do feel free to let me know? I simply cannot plan for the unexpected. Why did this happen? Had i expected too much? I didn't think so.
Have you used the Special Assistance at Gatwick Airport ? How were you treated? Did the staff understand your needs and deliver the assistance that was promised? Or were you left feeling frustrated and tearful and isolated like my family and I? 

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Living With Very Challenging Behaviour

Three years ago my daughter was undiagnosed.

Pre-school had no concerns and neither did her teachers in year 1. We were in limbo discharged from all child services after a half hour assessment where the paediatrician deemed my child "an extreme version of normal" what the, who, why, Bleurgh. It was incomprehensible that this professional "knowing" my concerns and family history, could describe my child in this way. What she really wanted to say was, " don't be silly, autistic? Her eye contact is good, she's just naughty and defiant, here take this referral for the Triple P parenting course" And so it began..... The rigamarole that parents like you and I are all too often finding themselves slavery to. Fighting. Paperwork. Hoop jumping.

My daughter first hit me when she was 1 year old. I was buckling her into her car seat which was always problematic and as I bent over her I looked into her eyes and said something, what it was I can't remember, but in that second she slapped me so hard around the face that my head jolted backwards. She was strong. I remember saying to my mum in that moment that i would bet my life on it she was autistic. (Not because of the violence, we already had a couple of other people in the family diagnosed) it was just an instinct that struck me in that moment.

Her behaviour seemed to spiral out of control. When she started  walking she would just approach her siblings of other members of the family  and lash out for no apparent reason. We couldn't work out why she was hurting people. No one would listen to our concerns!

My daughter IS autistic, she DOES have sensory processing disorder AND Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.

She also displays very challenging behavior. She is diagnosed as atypical autism, although I think she fits more at the PDA (pathological demand avoidance) part of the spectrum. PDA, is where the child or adult feels such intense anxiety that every demand is a challenge for them, so they avoid said demand to such an extreme that even every day "normal" demands are problematic. From the time that she wakes up, until the moment she goes to bed we have to face violent outbursts, endure endless hours of screaming at the top of her lungs, she is impulsive and has no control over her emotions or outbursts. At her very worst we endure being spat at, hit and called all kinds of names. She's very hurtful at times and it's extremely hard not to take it to heart. On a good day I can ignore and rise above the endless screaming and abusive comments and violence. On a bad day, it's excruciating. I feel a pain in my heart so powerful I just want to cry. How can this little 7 year old be so hateful and unfeeling. Doesn't she love me? My heart literally gets ripped into a thousand pieces and yet, Id forget it in an instant. I tell her I love her and I hold her until she's calm and quiet. Until her little bones have stopped trembling and then I forgive her! You see she doesn't mean to do all of these things, she doesn't mean to hurt me or anyone else physically or emotionally. She simply cannot control it. We have to parent her very differently to how other people parent and it goes against all traditional parenting styles. But if we didn't use the limited demand and only consequence the completely unacceptable things, then our lives would be turmoil. We do not Accept violence, or spitting. Those two things are the only things we consequence for Lola in this house. And if you're reading this and you have a negative view on my parenting strategies that's ok, it's normal, I once thought like you, I didn't understand it either, it's very very difficult to apprehend. BUT if you had a child like mine, and nothing else in the world worked, what else do you have left to try?

Her challenging behavior has a negative effect on all of the family, her younger sister copies some of her mannerisms, and for her elder brother, its particularly unfair because he’s so young he cannot comprehend why I have to deal with her In a more lenient way. It upsets him and to be honest I don’t blame him, I would feel exactly the same if I was in his position. He’s learning, and beginning to understand why we do things differently with her, but sometimes its hard because he has his own issues that he has to contend with. He is a big brother, and a carer and a son, and a friend but most importantly he is “him” and he struggles immensely with her challenging behavior and always having to give in, or give up, or be quiet, or let her have it. He’s a good boy and I’m so proud of him for the little young man he’s grown into.

As a family we do the best we can to support each other throughout the particularly bad times. We encourage and praise the good behavior even the slightest things, we value and respect each other. And we love each other unconditionally. We will get through the hard times and we will help each other succeed because if we don’t then we will just crumble as a family and that isn’t an option.

My advice to any one out there struggling with a child who has very challenging behavior is to just take each day as it comes. Every day is a new day, you do not need to punish yourself for the things you did wrong, or could have gone better, you need to congratulate yourself for getting through it in the first place, and then spend some time reflecting on how you might do it differently next time. Negative thinking only has a negative impact on how you tolerate things in the future. Take a step back and look at what’s really important for the family. Make some time for that other child where there won’t be any interruptions. Make a list of what bad behavior you need to tackle first, and stick with it. Be strong and let the little things go. You do not need to spend all of your waking hours picking up every bad habit, or behavior it will only make you stressed and unhappy. Ask yourself DOES IT REALLY MATTER. if it doesn’t let it go as princess Elsa would say.
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