Firstly I would like to thank everyone who I have read for allowing me in to their lives and a big big thank you for all of you that have written feedback on the website.
I am 53 years old, living in a place that is called ‘Robin Hood Country’, I am married to the most wonderful man who is kind, caring and intrigued with the work I do. I have 9 children. 6 boys and 3 girls all age ranging from 12 – 35 years old, not to mention 3 beautiful grandchildren.
I have loved every minute of being a mum, watching my children grow, but it hasn’t always been like that. 19 years ago my son (who was a 2 year old at the time) started demonstrating bizarre mannerisms; it was as though time started to stand still for him. A year later after numerous hospital appointments, I was told my son was autistic, but it didn’t stop there they told me he was profoundly autistic. My little boy was never going to grow up in the way his peers would, he would never have a job, partner or children. Within hours my life fell apart. I remember crying, just holding him. After a few months, I began to prove people wrong. They would tell me I wouldn’t be able to potty train him. I trained him when he was three. They said he wouldn’t be able to talk, after a while he started to talk. It was such an amazing feeling. (more…)