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We had our family photo taken last Sunday for the first time - Ever.
Please also send me your group activities - The Day we packed bags in Tesco, or held a benefit gig, or abseiled down a wall in Drogheda or climbed Croagh Patrick - not long to go !
I have a few happy snaps of B & B up there doing their thing, and O2 have sent me some pictures of their volunteers helping The Red Door move to Monkstown (thanks Guys!) - I am looking forward to seeing them labelled.
Join the group (get with the times Homer) or email me on affinityautismireland AT gmail DOT com.
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But consider this, in my homestate of Australia - Victoria; over 5000 people are now homeless as a result of a bushfire. At last count 200 people have been confirmed dead. And many many more had to flee for their lives on Saturday as what has been described as a firestorm engulfed their land, their homes and their entire communities. Whole towns were destroyed.
I have phoned home and my family are all safe as they live on the western side of Melbourne and the fires were on the eastern side. But my sisters told me the stories of the horrors, at how fast the fire front moved and how many simply had no chance to escape.
Australians know fire. We have suffered tragic loss of life and terrible loss of property on many occasions, but each time the results are studied, the odds weighed up and the lessons learned and relayed.
On a day like Saturday; after seven 40 degree days in row, the public radio would have been advising people to make their plans to evacuate, or prepare their homes to stay.
Staying means putting on cotton or woollen clothes, (natural fibres don't burn easily) blocking up the gutters, filling them with water and hosing down your roof. It means regularly checking the air for smoke, and the ground for embers, which can travel a long distance and ignite easily in the dry conditions.
The message is very clear, go early or stay and prepare.
The tragedy of Saturday is that so many people had no time to do either.
People were literally watching the fires on television and going outside to check for smoke; then turning around to find their homes alight. Fire travels faster than smoke.
They had no chance. Many of the people killed were in road accidents as they tried to escape in thick smoke. My nephew told me of a woman who opened her car window to try and see the white line on the road, while her husband screamed at her to close it as there were flames coming into the car. They escaped.
Of course many were burned in their homes. We don't know how many yet.
One woman emailed her family to say she was safe and then pressed Send; as her home was engulfed. She didn't survive.
There are stories of hope, of the man who covered himself and his family in a wet cotton blanket and then lay down in their olive grove as the fire passed over head.
Another put the family in the car and waited as his garage ignited before starting the engine and driving through smoke to safe ground.
Statistically speaking, 1 in every 160 of those people had autism.
There are days when we cannot get the our son into the car to go to school. Some days we spend up to half an hour trying to coax him into his clothes and down the stairs. There are weekends when he will not leave the house to do anything - walk, a trip to the shops, a swim at the local pool. Just won't go.
Imagine.
Imagine trying to evacuate him in an emergency.
There are nights when we cannot get our daughter to bed.
We have spent over 2 hours holding her as we walk up and down, (she is 9) putting her back into her bed and trying to coax her to stay there as she tantrums. Some nights I end up with her in the car just to give the rest of the house (and our neighbors) a rest from the screams.
Imagine.
Imagine trying to keep her under a wet cotton blanket on the ground when we are frantic and unable to control our own terror at the roar of the approaching firestorm.
The scale of this tragedy is beyond any one's comprehension; unequalled in our history.
It is also acutely personal. I will update when I know what to do.
Photo credit; The Herald Sun via Imelda



