Your Life As I Knew It

By Anna Cosslett

The highs and lows of family life, as a mother pieces together the effects and possible causes of her son's fairly severe autism.

Thursday, 16 April 2020


This is about sensory overload, but also about the vital role of carers and how, sometimes, it's a steep learning curve for those new to fairly severe autism.  I must have written this poem long after the event because it begins in London where I eventually returned to work.



The smell of wet wool and the bus full 

Of dark-clad Londoners,

Rain-soaked and cold,

Reminded me of Llanfair’s

Tearooms on the prom

Where, outside, there was an old


Glass-cased against white-painted clinker,

Who would laugh loud and long

At a coin’s command.


The day could have been fairer

As I parked beside a roughish sea,

But I could see the light had been too bright 

for Huw to leave

The cosy warmth of buns and tea.

I’d had to drive to pick him up

From his stumped new friend,

Who hadn’t been able

To persuade him away

From the red formica tables.


In the end, we walked along

The short beach, me

Chuntering on about epilepsy

And overload or just not being ‘there’

For minutes at a time,

And then, Huw being sleepy,

I said we had to go, 

And thanked this now wiser carer

For some respite at least,

Before I drove us home,

Glad to find some peace

Beneath the engine’s

Steady drone.


I intend to make a limited edition print of the above image on A3 paper, which will be available unframed to all supporters of my book at the reduced price of £60 (normally £80). Please register your interest (printing is not underway, yet) in the comment box below or leave a message on my Facebook page, Anna Cosslett Artist.  Many thanks - all proceeds will go towards reaching my target and finally getting 'Your Life as I Knew it' published.  My artworks over the years can be viewed via links at my website:


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