W2.8: Lego Therapy Study

Today we did the science. A research assistant came to our house to interview us for the "baseline" research. Tom proudly completed his questionnaire and then stayed to watch me complete my much longer and more detailed questionnaire. There was quite a lot of climbing on the sofa and restlessness as the parent questionnaire went... Continue Reading →


W2.7: Dirt Magnet

My son is a dirt magnet. Perhaps he has dyspraxia because he can't eat without covering himself in food or pour a drink without spilling it, or walk without finding a puddle of mud to splash onto his trousers and shoes, or run without slipping and falling into mud. When he brushes his teeth he... Continue Reading →

W2.6: Science, B*tch!

Thomas has been accepted into a two year study into the benefits of Lego® Therapy. He stands a fifty percent chance of receiving the therapy; the other fifty percent will be a control group that only fills out the questionnaires at the beginning of the process. He received a round of Lego Therapy last year in primary... Continue Reading →

W2.5: Friends and Enemies

Tom is friends with a boy who likes to tease him just a bit more than I am comfortable with. This boy is not a boy he went to primary school with and he hasn't grown up with Tom. He sees Tom and his quirky ways and I believe he thinks Tom is odd, instead... Continue Reading →

W2.1: “So You Should Be”

Today my son has been to school, crossed over the road on his own on his way there and back, sauntered home in his PE kit, chucked his coat and bags on the kitchen table, kicked off his trainers (sneakers) and left them lying on the kitchen floor and set about playing the Sega Megadrive... Continue Reading →

This New Life

When I published my last article in August I had no idea that I would go quiet for so long. I am astonished how much time has passed and how quickly. I needed that time; so much has happened, it's been a period of endings and beginnings and I've needed time to absorb it all... Continue Reading →

I Am Not Autistic

I didn't fulfil my intention to post regularly throughout July. It was one of the busiest and most emotional months I have encountered for quite some time: Son entered the final month of primary school and the month ran away with us: there were day trips and a two-week transition spell in his secondary school,... Continue Reading →

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