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Bumpy and Smooth. The anatomy of a stutter. ?>

Bumpy and Smooth. The anatomy of a stutter.

This post was brought to you in partnership with Box Hill Speech Pathology Clinic* Milla was around three and a half when we first started to notice her stutter. We had already been seeing a speech pathologist for just over a year due to Milla’s autism diagnosis, so it was picked up on fairly early. Disfluency in young children can be quite common. Many move through this phase with little to no intervention, the stutter resolving itself with time. Box Hill…

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It has been oh so quiet here lately. My last blog post was on the 1st of November, LAST YEAR! There was no wrap-up of 2016, no introduction to 2017. Just… tumbleweeds. Even my Facebook page has been fairly quiet, bar the odd viral meme. I don’t really have a definitive answer as to why. It’s not like I don’t have anything to say, I lay awake at night begging my brain to just STFU so I can sleep. It…

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One. Not Only.

Dear Milla, I’m sorry. I know how desperately you want to be a big sister. How much you want to have a little brother or sister of your own. I understand, I spent eighteen years as an ‘only’ child wishing I had a brother or sister to share my childhood with. I swore I would never have an ‘only’ child, I always dreamed of having a big family. Your Daddy grew up with three brothers, I think he also hoped for…

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At midnight, as the new millennium clicked over, the year 2000, I stood in the CBD of Melbourne. I swayed a little, drunk, as I strained to see the fireworks over the heads of the crowd that swarmed around me. I was with my boyfriend, who would one day become my husband, then soon after, my ex-husband. He was angry at me for the aforementioned drunken-ness. My new years resolution was quitting smoking; the first of many attempts. My work colleagues cat…

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I Am Not Who They Think I Am.

This post was originally published as “When a stew is not just a stew” on, 11th of July, 2011. My lovely partner is now my husband, despite my dubious culinary skills. Also I have since mastered a delicious chickpea and potato curry in the slow cooker. No one likes bloody stew anyway.  Tonight, I cried over a failed stew. Now, to those not in my head, that seems kind of ridiculous. (and to be honest, in my head, it still…

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My Choice.

{Originally published 01/08/11 on} My greatest fear has always been that I will end up like my mother. And I’ll be honest, I have come close to walking down that path. I have made some very bad choices. I have done things I’m not proud of. I have succumbed to my weakness’s, and blamed my ‘bad childhood’ for the messes I have made. Of course, my low self esteem and poor role models have contributed. Eventually though, there comes…

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Autism. Where I Stand.

I’m not one who courts controversy. I have strong opinions, and will often get fired up about things. Just ask my husband or online bestie Lisa. I often write a ranty blog post in my head whilst lying in bed at night even going so far as to put notes in my phone so I don’t forget. Then by morning I’ve calmed down a bit. Confrontation is not in my nature. Truth be told I’ve had enough drama in my…

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A is for Anxiety.

A is for Anxiety. For her and for me. It is a strange world our little family of three have been living in, these past few months. The anxiety that has always been underlying Milla’s behaviour, has taken over, to the point where she is in a constant state of ‘fight or flight’. Her fear of traffic has become so extreme, that we no longer leave the house during the week, except for her appointments and classes. I take her…

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Dear Milla… ?>

Dear Milla…

Dear Milla, Sometimes it feels that life goes by so fast. We jump one hurdle, only to be faced with the next one. There is no time to celebrate our victories, for worrying about our challenges. I tend to dwell on the negatives, let them weigh me down. I think throughout my life, I have become so focused on the struggle, that I have stopped noticing the positives. For that, I am so sorry.  I want to take this opportunity…

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I Jumped! ~ Wordless Wednesday ?>

I Jumped! ~ Wordless Wednesday

As you may remember, I have been raising money for the organisation Support for Mums, asking people to sponsor me to jump out of a plane, 14,000 feet in the air and hurtle back down to earth. Well, Saturday the 30th was the big day! Strangely I had been quite calm in the lead up to the jump, I actually think my husband was more nervous than I was. That is, until I started getting strapped into my harness… HOLY…

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