Life at Sensory Planet

Going through the diagnosis process is long.It’s heavy. It’s confusing.It’s a full-time job on top of parenting, surviving, and remembering to eat something that isn’t just your child’s leftovers.

Raising an autistic child often means your calendar looks like a game of appointment bingo—OT here, speech there, psychologist next week. Now toss in a baby or two, two preppies who need support with their early learning, another child mid-diagnosis, a house that never stops, and a partner who’s gone from 3am to 6pm. Sound familiar? You’re not alone—and you’re doing an amazing job, even when it doesn’t feel like it.

Ah, the school pick-up run. A time that should just be: “Kids in car, home for snacks, done.” But if you're parenting a child with Autism Spectrum Disorder — plus a toddler, plus a baby, plus another school child — the simple after-school dash can turn into something between a hostage negotiation and an Olympic sprint.

Mornings in our house are a bit like a game of Jenga. One wrong move, and the whole thing topples—sometimes with a flurry of cereal, missing shoes, and someone crying over the “wrong” banana (yes, again).

Life with kids is always an adventure – a sticky, noisy, heart-bursting, sleep-deprived adventure. But when you're raising siblings close in age and one is on the autism spectrum while the other is not, it’s like parenting in stereo – but one speaker’s playing Mozart and the other’s blasting The Wiggles at double speed.

Growing up, many of us were raised in households where discipline came in the form of threats, yelling, or even spanking. It was part of the culture, part of the norm—and often passed down through generations without question.