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I am the mother of three children, the oldest being Lil' D, who is 10 years old and has moderate to severe autism. He can't read or tell me why he can get suddenly sad or angry, but his receptive skills (how he understands and follows directions) are remarkable. Raising a child with autism is a constant challenge, and being his mother is an exhausting, exhilarating, and lonely roller coaster ride.
Amal, our second child and our only daughter, is 7 years old and Hamza, our youngest, is 3 years old.
Mornings are a delicate dance, and every minute counts in getting out the door on time.
The school has 149 pupils, aged from three to 19, all of whom have behavioural needs within the autistic spectrum, and varying levels of language and communication difficulties.
Children file into the hall wearing brightly coloured noise-reduction headphones (background noise is upsetting for some autistic children); others have books hanging around their necks, with pictures of objects and commands for them to point to: I want a drink; I need to go to the toilet (the staff wear a set of commands too).
The hall is noisy, but as soon as the music starts the transformation is instant.
One five-year-old who seconds ago was running around shrieking now lies starfish-like on a mat, blissfully flapping his arms and legs in time to Mozart’s Divertimento No 11.
Instead he comes striding over, takes Ibby by the hand and lets him conduct, guiding his arms in time with the music as the performance starts.