Undiagnosed children grow up to be undiagnosed adults

And sometimes they live happily ever after. They really do. Because undiagnosed may not mean complex medical problems or disabilities. Sometimes all an undiagnosed child needs is love and a little extra support and they will grow up to lead independent fulfilling lives. For others the future is more uncertain. Tragically some children have such severe difficulties that they never make it to adulthood, and on undiagnosed children’s day, we should also remember those families and their enduring grief.

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Alcohol and I: a trial separation

We’re had a long relationship, alcohol and I, with lots of ups and downs. But today I have to announce that we’re going for a trial separation.

Nothing to do with the health police who have been out in force this week targeting middle aged women like me, who previously enjoyed a glass of wine or two in the evenings.

No, it just feels as though we’re no longer compatible and, *whispers*, we may have fallen out of love.

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What to do with your gym ball

I cheered when I found a new page on Facebook with free exercise videos today. And it made me happy. Another way to avoid getting hideously fat and flabby over the long summer staycation.

But a lot of them feature gym balls. And I have a past with gym balls. I have owned them. I’ve even used them with Smiley. And when you work out what to do with them, they seem quite effective.
But I have a problem with gym balls. They’re large, round and slippery. So when you’ve finished your little fitness routine, what then? Where do you put them for all those hours when you’re not actually using them?
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How a 15 year old actress with Dyspraxia and Dyslexia became a film screenwriter

Author Diney B was one of the first people that I ‘met’ on-line through her then blog, and we’ve kept in touch ever since on twitter. So I was thrilled to read about her 15 year old daughter Ellie, and the film that she’s trying to make. I really wanted to support it, so this is Ellie’s story by her Mum, and it features dyspraxia, dyslexia and a bit of autism on the side.

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Ode to an empty house

You love your kids, but still.

As the front door opens to let the last child out, the peace and freedom gently breezes in.

As the front door closes, you let out a sigh. Your time is now your own. For a few hours at least.

There are things to do, but will it really matter if they don’t get done today? Or at all?

Seize the hours and cherish them. Because this is their gift to you.

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Today

At one point today I lost the ability to speak. At least in recognisable English. I was trying to talk on the phone at the time to a potential babysitter (hurrah!). I was also burning the latest batch of Brownies (aka reinforcers), looking for chocolate buttons for Smiley, attempting sign language with my son and peering over Angel’s shoulder to help with her latest Econometrics assignment. So naturally an assortment of jumbled up words came out together.

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(This actually happened last Tuesday, am very late in posting over here, my apologies)