Being Different.

Z, rocking autism since 2016.

Our differences are what make us unique.

When I was little I remember my mum telling me that it was good to be different. I wasn’t so sure at the time, I wanted clothes like the other kids, or my long blonde hair cutting short. I wanted to be the same as my friends, fit in, be totally normal, and pretty much go unnoticed. It’s not until later in life I realised how bloody boring that is - to be the same. If you met me now, you’d know by the volume of my voice and my laugh that that's not the case, in fact, you’d probably struggle to imagine how quiet I used to be. 

For Z, he is different to a lot of kids - he’s autistic and that sets him apart. I don’t know what he’ll be facing in the years to come. But I hope he loves himself exactly how he is. I know autism isn’t easy, he’s got a lot of challenges ahead of him, but I am so proud of his differences, they’re what make him, him. My Z. He’s frustratingly stubborn (don’t know where he gets that from…), my head feels like it’s going to melt at times because I have so many decisions to make for him, he’s persistent, he sees the world differently, he looks at things so closely, he’s funny and caring and loving. He’s my little shadow and I love him completely. My wish for his future is that he rocks his autism, embraces his uniqueness and knows he is loved as he is, one of a kind. 

I guess it turns out mum's are normally always right...

Sarah x