SEND parent life

Sometimes it’s not the big things that exhaust me. It’s remembering everything. The appointment that needs booking. The form I still haven’t filled in. The email I need to chase. The school thing that needs sorting. The prescription. The childcare. The thing I need to remember to tell somebody when they eventually ring me back. The thing I was supposed to ring somebody else about. And somewhere in the middle of all that, somebody inevitably asks: “Mum, what’s for dinner?” Mat

I’ve been thinking for a while about speaking more openly about SEND parenting. And honestly, I’ve hesitated. Not because I don’t have anything to say. Quite the opposite. There is so much I could say. But there is a line I have always been conscious of. My child’s story belongs to him. His experiences, his challenges, his difficult moments, his diagnosis. They are not mine to turn into content. And yet, I’m beginning to realise that my experience of parenting belongs to me.