Why I appreciate the little moments
Saturday mornings with my autistic son Eden: why he reaches for my stubble, loves a tight squeeze, and why I give him space when he's stimming.
I know I can’t look after my son forever
A normal night in our house: brushing my 13-year-old's teeth when he has sensory processing differences. Patience, hugs, and a question every carer asks.
He can’t speak, but he just asked us to take him for a drive
Eden is 13, autistic and non-speaking. For the first time in his life he asked us to take him for a drive, by moving our hands to the doors.