As I’ve just about recovered from the stress of trying to do a half decent job of putting together a video for Undiagnosed Children’s Day (representing over 2000 SWAN UK members, no pressure!), and because pizza hut assured me that they could feed the children, I have finally found a small sliver of time to make
Over the years I’ve had the privilege of meeting many parents with children who are somewhere on the spectrum. And in that time, I have had a fair few conversations with them where I had agreed that, indeed, Elliot appeared to have many traits in common with their child but that was more down to his rather quirky personality rather than the fact that his brain was wired differently. You would have thought, being relatively more informed than the average human being about a vast array of conditions and syndromes that my brain would have been screaming at me to suspect that perhaps it was more than a coincidence. Apparently my conscious brain was out for a long lunch though.
The Great Ormond Street Hospital Children’s Charity approached me at the beginning of the year asking me to write something for them. As Mother’s Day was approaching, I decided to write something for the mothers keeping vigil at their child’s bedside in the hospital. It was written a year after Dominic’s 8 month long admission