7:29pm: So I’m sat in a café, ready to start my university assignment that is due in 5 days.
I start my usual routine. I turn off all of my devices, I get my infinity cube out and put it on the table, and I get all of the relevant Power Point slides and notes loaded up on my laptop.
Oh wait, music. I can’t concentrate without my music.
I can’t listen to my usual music when I need to concentrate, so I decided to look on YouTube for something appropriate.
I then proceeded to put on one of the most amazing pieces of music I have heard, which inspired me to write this. You can listen to the song here.
I’m thinking back to Sunday. I went for a carvery with one of my mini mates, a non-speaking autistic boy who I care a lot for…
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I have heard, one time too many, that a child won’t be referred by a GP for an autism assessment unless school staff ‘agree’ or ‘have concerns’. Teams that do this and professionals that partake are not, it seems, following their own professional, evidence-based guidance.
A diagnosis of autism is carried out by a multidisciplinary healthcare team. They have NICE guidance to follow which states the following, firstly about making the referral. Note there is no reference to ensuring school share the concerns of the parents:
1.2 Recognising children and young people with possible autism
1.2.1 Consider the possibility of autism if there are concerns about development or behaviour, but be aware that there may be other explanations for individual signs and symptoms.
1.2.2 Always take parents’ or carers’ concerns and, if appropriate, the child’s or young person’s concerns, about behaviour or development seriously, even if these are not…
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Burnout is a chronic state of stress which leads to physical and emotional exhaustion. It might manifest as anxiety or depression or both.
The Signs Of Physical and Emotional Exhaustion
- Fatigue: You lack energy and feel more tired than usual.
- Insomnia: Starts with the occasional bad night and progresses to the inability to sleep or stay asleep every night.
- Concentration: Lack of sleep affects concentration and the ability to complete tasks.
- Physical Symptoms: Palpitations, chest pain, chills, stomach aches, headaches and hundreds of other physical symptoms that make you worry that you are gravely ill which in turn forces you even further down the wormhole.
- Illness: Your body becomes more susceptible to immune related illness.
- Appetite: You may lose your appetite or go the other way and over-eat, especially sugary or high-carb foods.
Alongside the physical signs, there are emotional signs.
- Loss of enjoyment about things you love.
- Negativity: You…
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My mother raised me to raise my voice. She raised me to believe that my voice mattered. That speaking up when I saw injustice was a part of my civic duty. To not take my position of power within my white privilege for granted but to recognize it and share it with others.
My teachers taught me I was different.
That I was too loud. Too opinionated. Too much.
That I was the bad child to be avoided.
That I needed to learn how to tone it down.
Lower my voice.
Let others speak before I added my voice.
If it wasn’t for my mother’s insistence that my voice mattered, I would have been a silent child.
A silent adult.
As I see students speak up in the aftermath of yet another horrific school shooting, I cannot help but be proud. This is why I teach the way…
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How do you follow up a blog post that writes about how you don’t want to be a hero?
How do we adequately describe what it means to pick up the pieces and keep on teaching, even though it seems America has gone mad? Even though some people, including our president, are saying that we should be armed in order to protect the children we teach?
How do I write about all of the seemingly trivial components of what it means to be a teacher, what it means to teach, when once again we have been reminded we may be the single difference between a child feeling loved and a child feeling the need to kill.
Where I live we have had a threat in a school in our county every day in the past week. It doesn’t even feel surprising anymore.
And yet, as we walk through our doors…
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Empathising as a fellow dyspraxic person… ☺
Let me start by saying that this is my experience of Dyspraxia, it by no means explains everyone else’s.
It can vary so much from person to person, so take everything said with a pinch of salt and really listen and try to understand. And if you are Dyspraxic, I hope you can find some comfort in any of my words. Having Dyspraxia and not fully understanding, or feeling like others can’t understand can often feel like you are walking on your own with no one to tell you which direction is the right one. But if you call out, someone will be there, please do not feel alone.
Dyspraxia is a developmental co-ordination disorder which reduces a person’s ability to undertake daily activities. It can make it harder to drive, learn new skills, think, remember, balance, write, type, socialise, deal with emotions, plan, organise, speak, process, and pay…
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Well said, Carly 😊
I’ve been meaning to write a post about this since I started this blog. I have so much to say that I let myself get distracted to the point of saying nothing. I couldn’t decide how to frame it, contain it and get it all across. Today I have decided just to start and let it spill onto the page.
There seems to be some confusion amongst some people we come into contact with during our journey. Mainly professionals or workers on the periphery, to be honest, rather than anyone intensely associated with our journey, but there is this faction of people who think a diagnosis is a ‘label’. *add negative connotation and sarcastic tone of voice for dramatic effect!
These are some of my thoughts about this.
What is so wrong with labels? We are all labelled and categorised throughout life.
Some examples that I am or have been…
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