A powerful woman, a powerful mum.
A scared woman, a brave mum.
A seeker, a searcher, a fighter.
This is the face of one who did not know who she was until she had to keep her children safe, to support them to thrive.
It took, and continues to take, tears, sweat, blood, grit and lots of extended breaks in the toilet for alone time.
Truly understanding and accepting neurodiversity is no easy feat.
It requires shedding every single thing you thought you believed about yourself and your children and rebuilding a new framework.
It requires unwavering trust in yourself as a mother. And rigid boundaries with everyone else in your world who has an opinion.
Questioning everything, saying no to referrals, switching between service providers, accessing your own therapies, seeking multi modalities, disagreeing with opinions, seeking assessments, meetings, funding, sessions, schooling, homeschooling, unschooling. None of this is easy!
It all demands so much strength.
It all demands so much fucking radical self-care because without it you can’t continue.
And this Is what breaks you apart and rebuilds you in a way that no one else can possibly understand.
We are mothers who haven’t watched our children play quietly or watched our children sleep peacefully, but instead have spent a lifetime observing their triggers and watching their constant pain.
We are freaking warriors.
We are stepping into the only truth we can – survival. And showing our children how to do it along the way.
Our survival becomes their survival. Our insight, their insight. Our acceptance, their acceptance.
We are the generation who are forging a new neurodivergent reality, in a world created by and for neurotypicals.
(Oh gosh I don’t like that word – neurotypicals – but it sounded good as I was typing it🤷🏼♀️😅)
We are allowing our children the right not to abide by the current rules, not to fit into the current mould, not to be limited by what others see as limitations.
We are frightened, yet we do it anyway.
Just like our ancestors did, just like mothers through the whole of human history have done – except that they probably didn’t have a toilet to hide in!
We are living out our most important legacy in life, even though it feels like we are drowning.
This is living.
This is the embodiment of a neurodiverse world.
And this is what change-making looks like.
You are a tear-stained goddess.
And so am I