The life in Pandora’s Box with an ADHD child
Yes my day begins every week day the same just like all others.
I have alarms set for my boy as is responds to clock work and numbers.
My day starts off with alarms for getting my son to help him get ready for school. Alarms are just part of our life now.
My son usually wakes up at 6am and has created his own routine. He gets up toilet first then goes and gets the cat from the laundry and takes her into his room so she can have cuddled and watch his ipad in bed.
This is a very special time for him, not sure how the cat feels lol. I have put in place not to wake me before 7am that is my time. Continue reading “The life in Pandora’s Box with an ADHD child”
When some says goodbye to you, you’re thought changes.
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This is the time, the time of the day I feel lonely and lost that time of the day about 4pm in the afternoon. My child is home he demands all of my attention and I cannot think and I feel like I lose myself. He has to be right near me wanting me to watch TV all afternoon. Watching TV annoys me it feels like a waste of time and life. I think this comes from a couple of places, when I was young my parents use to make us watch the news and my ex use to just waste his weekends watching TV or eating. I feel locked into a life I am not choosing myself, which I have noticed hating being trapped into things I don’t feel like doing. This is when I text and call out for attention but not going to this time just going try to work out what else I can do to distract myself. Hey this is it at the moment vino and writing, still feel like I am texting just don’t get a response. Must hold it together not text the wrong people or the ones I have pushed away must do this myself. I am just looking for that void to fill that hole, that must be done within myself. Continue reading “My 4 lonely fears”
Mums story the end
One day George said to me he wanted to go to England to find his family “just like that” that sounded OK! To me I understood this need of knowing and wanting to find out why and what happened for him to arrive in Australia and yet some part of his family was still in London. So I said go do what you have to do and said good bye to him as if he was going to work, I was used to him coming and going but it was usually just a drug binge some were close. This was “England London where in the hell was that”. Continue reading “Mums story the end”