The following were written by our Young Carers.
I love Autism by Noah aged 10
I’m a Young Carer,
This makes me proud,
Our house can be very noisy and loud.
The reason for this is because of my brother,
But we all do like to help one another.
In our house, I do lots of caring,
Sometimes that means sharing.
By sharing each other and our time,
Because often Freddie likes to cry and whine.
This can mean me and my family are tired,
The days can be long when Freddie is wired.
I care for my brother because I am kind,
But this leaves quite a lot on my mind.
I love my brother who is autistic,
Although he can be wild and ballistic.
Kaden- Jaye Bell Age- 13
At thirteen, I wear a cape unseen, a caregiver’s badge, though I’m still a teen.
My sister, a whirlwind, a puzzle, a spark, her world’s a canvas, both bright and dark.
She’s got no common sense, bless her soul, but her laughter’s a melody that makes me whole.
One moment, a meltdown, the next, she’s a spring, bouncing like Tigger, oh, what joy she can bring!
Caring for her means standing strong, through ups and downs, where I belong.
It’s helping her navigate life’s tricky lanes, with patience stitched into my growing veins.
It’s lending my voice when hers in unclear, or being her anchor when storms are near.
It’s wiping her tears, calming her heart, even when mine feels like it might fall apart.
Sometimes I tiptoe, afraid to speak, her shouts can echo, strong and unique.
But she’s my best friend, my partner in crime, through chaos and calm, she’s one of a kind.
Overwhelmed? Sure, I won’t deny, but her love’s a treasure money can’t buy.
She’s my sister, my heart, my guiding star, we’ll conquer, no matter how far.
