I was 6 years old and my sister, Sophie, was nearly 5 years old, when Kathryn was born. Kathryn was a really easy baby, but when it came to her two year check – things weren’t quite right. Physically she was fine, but she wasn’t meeting milestones mentally and didn’t have any language. That has … Continued
When people hear I have an autistic sibling, they always seem to jump straight to an apology… like I should feel sad that my brother has autism. Personally, I have never understood this. I love my brother more than life itself and he is the greatest person in my life. It’s hard to say whether … Continued
My sister is only one year older than me. When I was born, in spite of a very difficult birth and a spell at Great Ormond Street as a newborn, she hadn’t yet been diagnosed with any disability. Everyone thought she was just slower at crawling and moving than other babies. The story goes that … Continued
I remember the night my brother was born – I was two and a half and it was probably the first time I’d been away from my parents. I was put to bed at our neighbour’s house in a big double bed. I was wary of the size of the bed and the sheets felt … Continued
When my younger brother and closest friend, Sam, passed away just shy of his twenty-seventh birthday from Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, a muscle-wasting disorder that effects hundreds of thousands of boys worldwide, I began writing to him from the passenger seat of grief. What started as frantic messages on my phone during a train ride to … Continued