Thank you to everyone who has shared their love, support and personal experiences in response to the poem. I am forever changed by the magical rollercoaster ride on which this poem has taken me…
If you came to see more of what was here before, it has all been retired.
Midlife encroaches. The blog wasn’t evolving in the way that I was.
I’m trying to do more of what I want rather than just that which I feel I should.
If you are here because your child is autistic, good luck on your parenting journey, do your best, enjoy it. You are no different to any other parent whatever anyone says. You are not in Holland or Italy for that matter (unless you literally are), you are travelling your own unique path with your own unique family, go you. Your kid is autistic, that’s their story, sometimes it’s hard to distinguish that but you must. It can take time, it did for me, but ultimately that understanding will set you free to be the best parent you can be. Maybe this makes no sense, I think eventually it will.
Be the wind beneath their wings, don’t ride their coat tails. With love x
Please note: I Stand Quietly by Jill Finch, Dirty Naked and Happy is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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I wrote ‘I Stand Quietly’ for World Autism Awareness Week 2015 and over the following months, it spread virally across the world and incidentally raised a lot of money.
Some people struggle with the poem because it focusses on the negatives of autism, I agree, this is not always useful. However, it appears to have touched and helped a lot of people including autistic adults, not just parents of autistic kids, and so I hope it still does have some merit in a world where we are desperately trying to change the negative perception of autism and fight for the long-over due rights of autistic people to be viewed as different but in no way less.
Eventually we will reach a point where neuro-difference is something we celebrate, protect and hold dear; something we no longer try to cure or eradicate, but that we seek to fully support (even if not fully understand) for all of our benefit.
Beatrix is now home-educated and thriving.