REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL 19.5.16

Last week ended very badly but I think it was a build up of stress and anxiety. Once it was over, it really was over and this week began really well, and I was briefly back to my old energetic self. I cooked myself a dinner (instead of the toast I’ve been living off for the past few weeks) and we sat down to eat together. We discussed the history of the X Men. As you do.

I also cleaned the house, the car, cut the grass and started digging the garden.

 

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ACCEPTANCE WITHOUT MENTIONING AUTISM

Autism has dominated the ups and downs yet again this week. I’m glad that autism awareness month (April) has finished because I get upset that so many people are so aggressive about autism awareness and acceptance and I can’t listen to them.

So it was wonderful to realise that one of the characters in this book probably has autism, even though the word has not been mentioned so far. He is a clearly a little different, but his brothers and sisters just accept it, work around his differences and help him to exploit his strengths. I’ve not seen a better way to promote autism acceptance than this. In this story, he’s just another kid.

No big deal is made out of it. No-one is angry, no one is preaching about how he should be labelled or not. No-one is prescribing treatments, He is just a part of the family. I’m loving it! Though he hasn’t had any meltdowns yet…

 

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ON FRIENDSHIP AND FACEBOOK

It was a school friend who invited me onto Facebook in early 2008. I was interested, but didn’t really see the possibilities, until I lost my job the following December. Within a few months my son had been diagnosed with aspergers syndrome and I was working with the Child Benefit protest group PACUB, and Facebook became the hub for special needs support and on-line campaigning.

PACUB is now dormant, but the friendships I made are not, and some have now become autism mums too. And it is the autism mums that I turn to on a daily basis because even though I also have a severely disabled daughter, it is autism that dominates my life.

 

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THE LIFE-CHANGING MAGIC OF TIDYING UP YOUR LIFE

I have a confession to make: I haven’t read the book. But with so many people talking about Marie Kondo, I’ve picked up a few tips and I’m thinking that I might be able to reduce the stress in my life by removing daily activities that do not spark joy. Sadly many of them have to stay. But making a few changes by following the principles in the life-changing magic of tidying up has given me several reasons to be cheerful for this week…

Starting with Socks

In this family we like to know our own socks, so everyone has to wear a different style. As a result I’ve accumulated a drawer full of hastily bought socks with dubious patterns on them that do not look very stylish when peeking out from under the hem of a pair of jeans.

So this week I “treated” myself to another set of black socks (with coloured toes and heels) which meant I could get rid of all the old ones that just annoy me. There’s nothing worse than the glimpse of a Santa hat on a sock in July. Well you know what I mean…

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REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL 31.3.16

I had a grumpy McGrumpy intro to this week’s reasons to be cheerful, but I decided not to publish it here. It would jar too much with all the happy stuff I have to report this week…

  • A problem with Smiley’s hoist got fixed. My son did it on his own initiative.

 

  • Eating cake with Smiley and watching ‘Holiday Homes in the Sun’ after a busy day. It may be my favourite programme ever. Calm, relaxing and sunny escapism. No grit, no anger, no manic presenters, and usually no rain either!

 

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THE BIG NIGHT OUT AND OTHER REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL

I was like a young wan going to her first disco. The preparations started the week before with the purchase of a new ‘top’ (black, Dunnes Stores, €20) and the day before I washed my hair, a bigger job than it sounds…

The less you go out, the harder it gets, and I’m totally out of practice. Where on earth is that party girl I used to be?

 

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