Tales of the Worm King

Goodness - I think this is one of the longest breaks I've had from blogging! I've been far to busy being busy. Or lazy. Maybe that too. Well to be honest, I've had study to get through and avoiding university text readings isn't going to do itself. But my latest subject has wrapped up and I've had a week off, and I found myself wondering what the hell to write about. This morning I realised that we need to have a discussion about the resident 4 year old. To put it into perspective - with my boys, the Terrible Twos was a a very misleading term. Now, I don't want to detract from the fact that most of them are actually really terrible. Absolutely awful, to be honest. But they were also insanely cute. What was misleading was that the term seems to indicate that it begins and ends in the second year of life. No one felt the need to warn me that the Terrible Twos are a gateway to The Three Year Old, a far more wily and chaotic being. Yet, by the time the

Auditory Processing Disorder - when auditory information is received, but (essentially) scrambled by the brain. The individual with this disorder must try and sift through the scramled auditory information to make sense of it. 70 - 80% of classroom teaching and interaction is VERBAL. Imagine how difficult it would be to learn when combining those two elements.  Most children with Auditory Processing Disorder are average learners, but their learning disability reduces their ability to work at the cognitive level they are capable of. The existence of Auditory Processing Disorder is still being argued by a small percentage of professionals. As a result, the disorder is not yet included in the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual). Because it is not included in the DSM, it is not recognised by the government. Because it is not recognised , the disorder receives no funding. An individual with Auditory Processing Disorder, will constantly struggle to understand auditory in

Today is Anzac day, and it marks just over a year since Grandad passed away . I couldn't help but feel a bit empty today. Seeing the dwindling number of older faces in this year's parade was sad. I missed seeing Grandad's 8th Division Signals flag. But I did spend the day with my sister's at my Nana's house for lunch. She was understandably upset, watching the march on her own, that morning.  I read once, that something that bind families together are their family stories. The collective remembering of our shared past, becomes part of our identity. I have grown up, hearing stories about Grandad during the war. Hearing him recount the horrors that he experienced is not something we will ever forget. For the first time since Grandad died, today I felt really scared that I wouldn't hear him tell them again. I need to hear those stories again. So (God bless the internet), I googled a few things and found some links that are relevant to Grandad. One was wr