Me and my girl and boy, raising awareness and acceptance of autism

I love our house, our little semi in suburbia. It was the first house we viewed when we started looking for a bigger family home than our two up-two down terrace in the centre of town.

I love the way the garden has positively bloomed this year, the plants and trees I planted two years ago are all growing nicely. The lilac tree is producing gorgeous smelling blossoms, my funny twisted trees are growing ever-twisting in the sun (weird but cool) and everything is just tickety-boo plant-wise.

What I don’t love – and it should have been an indication when we viewed, with Whigfield’s “Saturday Night” blasting out through a window – are the people we share a fence with.

Noisy, inconsiderate and ignorant. The music has continued to blare out over the nine years we’ve been here and we put up with it, because eventually it stops. The trampoline is always full of visiting children shrieking, who think nothing of noseying over and commenting on the football shirt that T is wearing. Which upsets him. It also upsets him that he’s unable to bounce as much as usual as he’s aware of them.

It upsets D that she’s unable to just sit quietly in the garden/on the trampoline and look through the contents of her bag, Bunny at her side. She’s spent much of the day inside our Apple thingy, grateful for the cover that provides an extra barrier for her.


We’ve had quiet (sometimes not so quiet) words many a time and they are very aware of the fact we are living with autism, indeed one young adult did some work experience at D’s school. But we love our home and pay the mortgage companies a shed-load of money every month to stay living here for that reason.

For our children, our garden is their “safe place”, their sanctuary. They are both unable to cope with the hustle and bustle of busy areas/over-populated tourist attractions that families flock to at the weekend. They have the things they enjoy and calm them in the garden, their family home.

It would be nice to think that one day there’ll be a bit more consideration. One day.

I wrote a poem about being “Over The Fence” but didn’t publish it because a sense of something held me back, here it is:

There you sit, music blaring, soaking up the summer sun
Your children shouting, so turn up the volume,
You don’t consider anyone.

Those girls, cute and polite, 9 years ago,
Grown up now, pouting and swear,
Think nothing of telling my children to “shut up”,
They live loud, drive fast, without a care.

Just once, stop to consider over the fence,
Those children who can’t sleep when the base blasts through the wall.
We’ve tried asking nicely that you turn it down,
You think only of yourselves, not others at all.

Tomorrow is another day, hopefully it will be a quieter one.

And then I think of the Mayhem family and I’m so damn grateful we have a home. I feel angry on their behalf, feel powerless to help them. Five people, including a child with special needs expected to live in one room and being charged £1000 a month! Read this post and see how they are expected to live, for potentially months.

Strange priorities in this country, eh?


Comments on: "Not a Silent Sunday 26th May 2013" (6)

  1. where did you get the ipad case for d

    • It’s a brill case, it’s a Kays Cases iBlason case from USA. Very tough and it’s already had a couple of drops (argh). Apparently it’s available via too, well worth getting!

  2. Lovely poem, although about a horrible subject! I can’t believe some neighbours are like that! The little boy who lives next to me is on the autistic spectrum and we always try to avoid things that upset him- just finished sound proofing behind my sons fitted wardrobes Little B crying out for milk upset him in the night!

  3. We have neighbours just like this – and in fact one of them was so awful to me the other week she hit me! She shouted at me for not letting my daughter play with him whilst he stood behind her telling me to F off! I told her that this is EXACTLY why I wouldn’t let her play with him. Some people really have no consideration for others at all. Great poem lovely xx

    • Thanks V, bet you simply can’t wait to move.
      Coincidently after I published that, they were doing G*ngnum style on their karaoke till 1am. No consideration at all.
      Anyway….thank you xx

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