There are a lot of people insinuating that I am saying "oh I had it so much worse that my daughter. " OK I didn't live in a cardboard box, bean can or matchbox. I lived in a 3 bedroom house with a 100% mortgage with one income of £1000 a month, the interest rate was at the highest level, we paid £900 a month for our mortgage. We were so broke one month we had to do a boot fair with a 2 month old baby strapped to my chest, to sell our belongings just to afford food. We lived off beans on toast and a chicken did 3 meals. I had 4 children, yes I chose to have 4 children but I didn't choose to have 2 with autism. My son never went to school because he was too violent, I had to restrain him and stand between him and my 3 daughters while he threw chairs at them. So yes I had it hard, but you know what, I loved every minute of it. I wanted to be with my children, I hated it when they went back to school after the summer holidays and I have never, not even when we first met, been to a restaurant with my husband because I already had a child whose father I left because he beat me, we still can't go out because we have an 18 year old who can't be left alone. I chose to look after my children myself and not have babysitters because I couldn't trust anyone after my eldest daughter was sexually abused at 2 years old by a 12 year old girl she was playing with. So please don't insinuate that I didn't have it hard. I had no help from any parents, my mother didn't want myself and my siblings let alone look after my children.
Yes my daughter has Aspergers and yes I am very proud of her for working in a nursery for 8 years and having a life with her partner and a child. I didn't say I wasn't, I actually said I find it hard to sympathise with her when she moans about trivial things like not having me time or her partner having a better night staying in with their son than she did. I just find it hard to understand her problems.