
My fears as a mum with an Autism child
In my opinion, raising any child feels like herculean task. In a neurotypical child scenario, parents look up to family and friends for advice and comfort, probably they have encountered
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In my opinion, raising any child feels like herculean task. In a neurotypical child scenario, parents look up to family and friends for advice and comfort, probably they have encountered

As a new parent to the world of autism, to begin with I was unprepared and resisted understanding. With limited information, lot of questions and this phase made me a

By this time, we had our second child Laya. Vivan adored his little sister and equally felt she was a threat as I always held her close to me. While

My son Vivan has always been a happy and naughty child. Vivan was my first-born child and we moved to Australia when he was nearing 6 months. As new migrants

One of my biggest fears is placing too much responsibility on my neurotypical daughter. I want them to be compassionate but not parentified. Understanding but not burdened. Kind but not

If autism reshaped my parenting, it reshaped sibling relationships even more. Balancing needs has been one of my hardest lessons. One child requiring more support, more time, more patience—while another

I love my children equally.But I don’t love them the same way. One of my children moves through the world with autism. The other does not. And somewhere between their

Friendships don’t always look the way we expect. I used to watch other children form easy connections and wonder if my child would ever have that. Playdates that didn’t quite

For a long time, self-care felt impossible. How do you rest when your child needs constant support? How do you slow down when life feels like a series of appointments,

Advocacy wasn’t something I planned to learn. It found me. It found me in school meetings where my child’s needs were misunderstood. In forms that didn’t quite fit. In systems

No one warned me that grief could exist alongside so much love. When my child was diagnosed with autism, I didn’t grieve them. I grieved the stories I had quietly

I never set out to be resilient.I became resilient because I had no other choice. When my child was diagnosed with autism, the world didn’t stop but mine did. I