A Blog About a Bloke-Living with WHS

      I am currently reading a book called 'Strong Mothers, Strong Sons', which is written by Meg Meeker. This is the beginning of my journey towards understanding what I could be doing better when it comes to supporting Ryley with the teenage years (this should benefit Braeden too!).Of course there is nothing in this book so far that relates to teenagers with complex disabilities ie. if they can't talk. However, I do feel as though there is some useful content. My plan is to start sharing my findings, and hopefully, start the process of developing some practical guides for parents of teens with a disability.       One thing I have been reminded of, is how easy it is for a mother to cause pain in her son's heart. While she (or I, such is the case), is busy focusing on how she is feeling about her son's behaviour , her son is slowly backing away because he doesn't feel as though she cares. I get this. It is so easy to make a young person's behaviour pers

I have just had my first planning meeting, and let me list how I felt throughout: Nervous Confronted Sad Hopeful It started with another assessment that focused on the negatives. I must admit, it's been a while since I have had to be reminded of all the things Ryley can't do. And then of course there was there were questions like this: So, how often do you go out without your children? Once a week? More? Less? I am certain I pulled a face and laughed. Let's say once or twice a YEAR. If that. Oh hang on . Does that include work? No. Oh. I am hopeful though. I do feel as though Ryley will be allocated a fair chunk of funding. Which will mean he can move towards greater independence (and more time with peers and not his boring annoying parents). So I am excited for that. For long time readers of this blog, you will know that I lobbied for these changes to the disability support schemes. But I grew tired. Exhausted actually, with always have to raise awarene

The footsteps awaken me from my sleep. Suddenly, I feel a thud. Ryley pushes me until I move across and he proceeds to get into the bed with me. His Dad has left for work already. First, he looks out the window. Then, he pushes me some more. He wiggles his body awkwardly and attempts to pull the covers over himself. And then I hear him grinding his teeth. He pulls his top and makes the sound that he repeats all the time when he wants something. I turn over and tell him it isn't time to get up yet. At those words he kicks all of the covers off the bed. I am slightly annoyed now (and cold). "Ryley, it is not time to get up yet" I pull the covers back over us. He grinds his teeth. Repeats the sound. Pulls at his top. It is 6:30am. I manage to keep him in bed until 6:45am. Time to get up. I move out of the bed and he starts to cry as though in a panic and grabs my top. "Ryley, it's time to get up!" I tell him, in an attempt to seem happy

Sometimes I wander back into this blog and check out a few of my past posts. I read some of the wonderful blogs I used to follow regularly and contemplate writing here again.  So many things have changed in my life over the past few years.  The teenage years are...difficult.  I feel very alone in this raising a teenage boy with WHS thing. There is no one really to answer my questions, and I spend most of my days feeling as though my son hates me. I know he doesn't, but this is tough. Way tougher than I thought it would be.  So here I am.  Tracking my journey again. It may help others.  It may help me. But I feel as though there is so little support out there for parents who have teenagers with WHS...or any other disability for that matter.  I feel compelled to write. So, I will eventually update this blog so it looks a bit fancier and with the times again (ha!). But this is me. Raw. Unedited. Changed.