By day: mum of an autistic tot. By night: mum of an autistic tot.
My little Pwdin* is five years old and not really very little. He was diagnosed with severe autism and learning disability at aged two and four months. Despite it being very clear we had an adorable autist on our hands, the professionals wanted to take their time over formally diagnosing at such a young age (despite referring to the Pwd as autistic for months before). It was clear as soon as I met the little monster he was different – he had no suckle reflex and could not/would not open his eyes for any length of time for weeks. He was first referred to child health at ten months because he could not sit unsupported – that’s what got the ball rolling.
The diagnosis of autism did not, therefore, come as a surprise. It did not shatter our world, destroy our dreams nor leave us grieving, wailing or gnashing our teeth. It was a blessed relief and we started networking with disability groups and trying to access services to get our boy whatever he might need. There are parents for whom a diagnosis of autism does come as a shock but we had a long time to come to terms with who our child is and we love the very bones of the boy. Look at him! Who couldn’t love a face like that?
It’s just the three of us here, in Wales: Pwdin, hubby (my Irishman) and I. Hubby works with disabled students in further education and I am a freelance writer. Most of this blog is written by me with guest posts clearly marked. I love people to make comments and discuss posts and pages but I do ask that you observe my comments policy.
If you’re looking for an unbiased, sarcasm free blog you’re in the wrong place. I do like a good rant. My Pwdin is fully vaccinated and, as long as I have anything to do with it, always will be as are the rest of our family including our pets (well, not the fish). Pwdin goes to an incredible special school and his being vaccinated significantly reduces the risk of him catching a vaccine preventable disease and helps protect school mates who cannot be vaccinated for legitimate medical reasons.
*Pwdin is Welsh for pudding in case you couldn’t guess
Cwtch is also a word that you’ll come across a lot in this blog because my Pwd is a very cwtchy boy. It means a snuggly cuddle.
…and the flamingos are not symbolic or anything. I just absolutely love flamingos.