by Dancing Wombat | Jun 25, 2018 | Behaviour and Communication, Blog, Coping Strategies
The therapet difference “Well, he’s a different child! The contrast between last term and this term is incredible.” Having looked in horror at some of my youngest’s recent school work, I’d felt it was time for a quick catch-up to see how he was tracking more broadly....
by Dancing Wombat | Jun 11, 2018 | Achievements, Behaviour and Communication, Blog, Coping Strategies, Sensory Issues
Ongoing eye surgery My daughter had a major operation three years ago to give her new lenses – new eyes, as we described it. Her eyesight improved dramatically and the child who had needed glasses from the age of 21 months now moved around confidently without them....
by Dancing Wombat | Jun 3, 2018 | Behaviour and Communication, Blog, Identity and Belonging, Life Skills, Socialisation
Being with people, not just around people As the oldest of four children, my daughter, in one sense, does not have to face isolation. We can take her out. She has three brothers creating noise around her and even, sometimes, conversation. Organised activities bring...
by Dancing Wombat | Mar 18, 2018 | Behaviour and Communication, Blog, Coping Strategies, Sensory Issues
Recently, I began a new bedtime routine to help my youngest settle better at night. I’m happy to report that the check-in process seems to be mostly working. And thank you to those who suggested products that might help with that process. I’m investigating! Along the...
by Dancing Wombat | Nov 13, 2017 | Achievements, Behaviour and Communication, Blog, Coping Strategies, Family and Community
Living with teens is, to my mind, like an uncertain trek through the ‘Stans’ of the ancient Silk Route – Afghanistan, Pakistan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, Turkmenistan, and so on. We often view the ‘Stans’ as metaphors for uncertainty,...
by Dancing Wombat | Sep 1, 2017 | Behaviour and Communication, Blog, Coping Strategies
One of our guinea pigs ran away this afternoon. Guinea pig rescue ops swung into action and the escapee was eventually retrieved, thank goodness. Later reflecting on the search and rescue effort, I realised that it was the perfect metaphor for what one of my children...
