
define('DISABLE_WP_CRON', true);{"id":4253,"date":"2012-06-04T17:31:56","date_gmt":"2012-06-04T07:31:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/?p=4253"},"modified":"2012-06-04T17:34:53","modified_gmt":"2012-06-04T07:34:53","slug":"living-with-jovie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/sh1ft.org\/blog\/4253\/","title":{"rendered":"Living with Jovie"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/traceytakesphotos\/7333705890\/\" title=\"jovie by traceytakesphotos, on Flickr\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/farm8.staticflickr.com\/7105\/7333705890_ca924a36c5.jpg\" width=\"480\" height=\"240\" alt=\"jovie\"\/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a small window of time, in the morning, where it&#8217;s just Jovie and I. We&#8217;re eating breakfast together at the table, I&#8217;m feeding her the usual porridge with banana while I eat my toast. Jasper is in his own world, eating his sandwich on the floor while watching videos on the iPad &#8211; whatever gets that food into his belly, I&#8217;ve learnt. <\/p>\n<p>Depending on the day, I&#8217;ll have around 6 different bags to carry out to the car in a few minutes. Traffic to battle. A city to cross. An inbox burning with spam and requests. My worries have found a new home in my body, and I shake the urge to call in sick for the day. But there&#8217;s none of that for us today, for a long while yet. <\/p>\n<p>Occasionally Jovie and I will lock eyes, and trade smiles. She can&#8217;t talk yet, but I know she speaks to me alot through those eyes. I think I can read her pretty well these days, and today she&#8217;s saying that it&#8217;s going to be okay. And that&#8217;s all I need to get going. <\/p>\n<p><center> &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212; <\/center><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/distilleryimage6.s3.amazonaws.com\/1d6cfc12a6c911e1aebc1231381b647a_7.jpg\" width=\"240\" height=\"240\" align=\"right\" style=\"margin-left:20px;\"\/> Last weekend, I picked up a copy of Chloe Maxwell&#8217;s book <a href=\"http:\/\/www.harpercollins.com.au\/books\/9780732292287\/index.aspx\">Living With Max<\/a> and I didn&#8217;t put it down until I was done the next day. <\/p>\n<p>Since our diagnosis in September, and even during the waiting around in the months&#8217; beforehand, I&#8217;d been scouring the internet trying to make sense of what Autism means to us now and what to expect. I don&#8217;t think I could name 1 Australian &#8216;celebrity&#8217; with an Autism story to share. Finding memoirs like Living With Max (and even <a href=\"http:\/\/www.borders.com.au\/book\/bloom-finding-beauty-in-the-unexpected\/24990197\/\">Bloom by Kelle Hampton<\/a>) and having them so accessible is such an amazing thing for families like us. Opening up the discussion about raising a child with special needs is important &#8211; as important as anything I can think of right now. When I was pregnant with both kids, I don&#8217;t ever remember anyone discussing what it&#8217;s like to raise a child with Autism &#8211; and the strength required to deal with what comes with it. <\/p>\n<p>In Living With Max, Chloe talks about her life with honesty that I admire. How life will throw everything at you whether you&#8217;re ready or not. And a frank account about dealing with it. Maybe you won&#8217;t deal with it well &#8211; maybe life will kick you while you&#8217;re down &#8211; but keep going. For your children and for yourself. <\/p>\n<p>I know that the process in getting to where Chloe (and Max) is today isn&#8217;t as quick as a reading a book, but it gives me a sense of hope that there will be a chapter in our life where I&#8217;m going to be strong enough to know I&#8217;ve come through the worst of it and I&#8217;m ready for the next wave. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s a small window of time, in the morning, where it&#8217;s just Jovie and I. We&#8217;re eating breakfast together at the table, I&#8217;m feeding her the usual porridge with banana while I eat my toast. 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