Sitting on the fence

I say I sit on the fence mostly ’cause in all honesty I don’t think I do neurotypical(Nts) children, all of mine and nieces and nephews are bundles of spectrum loveliness.

In fact even when working in early years and out of school it was rare to meet these strange Nts mostly because those that came to me needed my hyperactivity quirk friendly environment.

But I do know them, I definitely met their parents mostly whilst looking up as they stare down their noses at the quirky ways.

I suppose there’s a hint of hostility or jealously on my part because it’s easy to think the grass is greener elsewhere.

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Recently I was introduced via autism daddy
To a mommy blogger full of abbreviated sentences and shit, Effinautism blogger, who has both an nt and asd boy, actually provides positivity and love for their individual quirks, but in greener grass and fences and shit she hit the nail on the head on this whole everyone else has it better or easier.

So Less looking for greener pastures more appreciation of my own.

I will be the first to admit my quirks aren’t dissimilar to the kids, so I don’t know any different, this is reality and the people who visit or enter are world either get it and stay, don’t and leave.

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Our home is full of labels and lists, strategies, coping tactics and visual aides.

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It’s been said I don’t parent like other people but I don’t know another way neither Nts or spectrum children come with a manual so I am making it up as I go and hoping for the best like the rest of us !

If pastures are greener or easier so be it, they aren’t my grazing land so I’ll sit on the fence and observe. And keep mowing my own lawn. >

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