Our very special holiday

Tomorrow we are off for a week in a tent, given the weather so far this year I'll be taking plenty of jumpers, raincoats and umbrellas too!  Every year several families meet up via Special Kids in the UK, a charity that supports families of children with special needs.  I have two, one with Di George Syndrome and another with ADHD and autism.

The annual week in our field is bliss, our little bit of paradise no matter what the weather does.  Many members have profoundly disabled children, others, like mine, are active but often still hard work.  The rest of the year we are surrounded by people who think their normal is the correct one and those of us who have kids who look different or behave different are somehow to be pitied, pointed at or condemned at parents who can't control their kids.

That week in our field for many of us is the only break from that judging from people who have no idea what its like to live day to day with a disabled child.  In any one day there could be one or two autistic kids having a meltdown, screaming, shouting, hitting or swearing and no one worries, they're left to calm down and join in with everyone else once the dust settles.  Others may be laid in bed, ventilated while they sleep.  Others being watched carefully by parents and carers while they are having a seizure or recovering from one.  Often that means another adult will pop in and chat, bring a cuppa or just help entertain siblings,

A child who is in a wheelchair and unable to move isn't just left to sit and watch,  Many of the able kids spend much of their holiday pushing those children around the field, making sure they are as much a part of the community as anyone else. I know that within a few minutes of arriving my kids will get out of helping with the unpacking and putting up the tent by finding a child to zoom around with and go and say hello to everyone else in the field.

For that one week we have a special family, our annual commune, where we all have a different normal and where that's just normal for us.

Community spirit

At tea time today my son was the other side of town riding his bike in the local skate park. He's 12 and often goes off out alone or with his mates to play. 

Today he came off his bike riding over a jump, the metal bit that his pedal was attached to snapped as he landed and gashed his leg. He knew some of the other kids around but none had a phone so he could call me so he walked into town looking for someone he knew. 

The first I knew about it was a phoncall from a stranger saying that my son was with her outside McDonald's and had hurt his leg and was upset. She said a man and his partner who were in a van had offered to take him home or to the hospital but wanted to check that was ok with me. I asked that they bring him home so I could go with him. 

They arrived a few minutes later, dropped his bike off then offered to drop us straight up at the hospital. We spent all evening there and after treatment he is now fast asleep in bed. 

It's lovely to live in a town I can let my son have the freedom to go off an play without me constantly worrying where he is and if he's safe. He's a boy, he's going to get into scrapes and you can't wrap kids in cotton wool and keep them constantly in your sight. 

It's lovely that there are kind people about still who will stop when they see a child distressed and offer help. I know I would but you hear far too often in the press about people having no community spirit and about those that don't help. There are still lots of lovely people about. 

Overthinkers unite

My name is Carla and I'm a constant overthinker!  

I am unable to make a decision about stupid things without spending hours thinking about it from every possible angle. 

Simple conversations are replayed by my brain at stupid o'clock in the morning wondering if I made myself understood, wondering if I made a fool of myself, wishing I'd said something else or wishing I'd not said anything at all. 

If I make a quick decision I spend days convincing myself I was right, then intermittently telling myself I was wrong. 

It's tiring, my brain takes over and ties itself in knots and stresses and worries about the stupid little details other people probably didn't even notice. 

I'm not as bad as I was. I used to not do or say things at all for fear of doing or saying the wrong things. 

It's taken years to learn to live with my brain and the one thing that's helped is to finally realise at the age of 43 that I'm actually a nice person and for the first time in my life I like myself. I used to worry far too much about what other people thought about me, spent far too much time and energy on it. 

My name is Carla, I'm funny, naughty, cheeky, caring and a loyal friend to those that treat me right. 

Boobs

It seemed appropriate that as I started this blog to use alongside Twitter and Periscope I should focus on the pic I've become known for on my Periscope profile. 

At least once a year strange statuses appear on Facebook, it soon becomes clear its a "game" supposed to spread cancer awareness. They piss me off. Cancer isn't a game, it shouldn't be whispered about and talked about in private messages. 

Anyway, last year I posted the text further down the page to my Facebook along with a close up of my boobs. I also put it on Twitter that I rarely used at the time. Roll on March and I downloaded Periscope unaware that it would use my Twitter profile pic and I'd be unable to change it!!  

So there you go, the reason why my boobs are on Periscope!  I have a different pic to the original one I used on Facebook though. 

"There seems to be another one of these stupid games going around again. The sort when girls put up stupid statuses then whisper amongst themselves in private messages and pass on another stupid comment and say it's for cancer awareness. BOLLOCKS!  

It's great to spread awareness and if it starts conversations that's good but if you want to raise awareness do it with purpose and talk openly about lumps and bumps and not just with female friends. 

HERE ARE MY BOOBS! I check my boobs, I encourage my friends to check theirs. Men can get breast cancer too and need to check their balls and everyone needs to check out strange lumps and bumps all over their bodies. 

EVERYONE CHECK THEIR BOOBS AND BALLS! You could always ask your partner or a willing friend to help".

Hello new blog

Hello, welcome to the inside of my head!

I started this as a new place that's not under the noses of family and isn't restricted on character space.

Every now and then I find myself having long internal discussions with myself with nowhere to let the words out.

After much frustration with the Blogger app deleting posts from my old blog I finally managed to get here and start a new one!!!