The diagnosis road

Every parents’ evening I have ever been to for one of my kids has gone roughly the same way. “Oh, they’re no trouble at all, an absolute pleasure, so well behaved.” And I nod and smile, and I think about the child who fell apart in the car park twenty minutes after pickup because the … Read more

Here is a thing that took me an embarrassingly long time to understand. You can have a child who genuinely loves drawing, and the very second you say “ooh, draw me a picture”, the drawing becomes impossible. Not sulky impossible. Actually impossible. The request itself is the problem, not the task. That is the strange, … Read more

Forget the checklist of lined-up toy cars. For us, the first signs looked nothing like the ones people expect, and that’s partly why it took so long to see them.

With our eldest it wasn’t one big flashing sign. It was a slow, nagging feeling that something was different, even when everyone else brushed it off.