I Keep Waiting for the Call
Today was hard. Not the cute hard. The soul tired hard. The kind of hard where you look around and realise you are the glue, and you do not get to dry.
If I am having a good day, I wait for the ball to drop somewhere. Not because I am ungrateful. Because my nervous system has learned a pattern.
I live with one ear inside the room and one ear inside the phone.
I live in the space between a deep breath and the next emergency.
Sometimes peace feels like a pause in the middle of a siren.
I am sitting around waiting for a call from my son’s school, or my other two sons’ childcare centres. The kind of call that turns your stomach before you even answer.
A centre in the CBD realised they did not have the resources to look after a baby after already taking him on. Understaffed and overworked, I get it. I really do. But I am a mum. He is my main priority. And suddenly, stability becomes another thing I have to manufacture from thin air.
Then the next challenge. My middle child, autistic, has consistent meltdowns. Today we met with his childcare so we can work together to support him. It was the kind of meeting that looks simple from the outside. Inside, it is grief and love and logistics braided together until you cannot tell them apart.
I filled out my first NDIS application today. That sentence looks ordinary on a screen, but it felt like signing my name to a new lifetime of advocacy. The calls. The paperwork. The appointments. The therapy plans. The endless explaining. The constant translating of my child to a world that does not speak him fluently yet.
The crash after childcare
After daycare, the meltdown hit like weather. Sudden. Loud. Total. My husband, AuDHD, was overstimulated by the crying. And then I got yelled at. Sworn at. Not because I deserved it, but because pain is contagious in a small house.
He put his earphones in. Loud music. Tuned everyone out. Meanwhile, I am consoling my 3.5 year old in the way you console a storm. I am trying to be steady while my 6 month old cries because the room is too full of sound.
And I am still trying to understand why my almost nine year old chose to pee himself because he wanted to keep playing. AuDHD, diagnosed and medicated. A child so locked into the moment that his body becomes background noise. A child who needs help noticing the signals before they become consequences.
There are days I feel like a hallway light.
Always on, so nobody else has to walk in the dark.
Even when my own eyes are burning.
When your feelings come second
Having a husband who is AuDHD is hard in ways people do not like to say out loud. He burns out faster than me, doing a lot less. And if his feelings are not validated before mine, a sickness is suddenly perpetuated.
I just told you. I do not feel well.
Meanwhile I am silent. His earphones are in. My needs do not get a speech. They get swallowed so the house stays calm.
God forbid I have too much fun while we are out together. Suddenly I am a bad person. I cannot share feelings. I cannot feel the feelings. And I also cannot cope with the feelings unless I cope in a way that is acceptable to him.
I do not get apologies. I am forced to move on to keep the peace. I get threatened with divorce often. I do not get shown or told I am doing well. If I say how I feel, situations escalate and I am labelled emotional.
So I become the quiet one.
The one who translates chaos into routines.
The one who stands in the doorway of her own life, waiting to be allowed to speak.
The invisible work nobody claps for
I am exhausted. Days like today, I feel defeated. I question the meaning of life. I never feel seen. I never feel understood. I have to accept things for the way they are.
I will not get the validation I need to keep moving forward. I will not get the support I need. I feel alone.
But do they feel that, or do they just feel entitled to it.
There is a particular loneliness in being essential and still invisible. Like being the floor and never being asked if you are tired of holding everybody up.
Tonight I am not asking to be rescued.
I am asking to be witnessed.
I am asking for a softness that does not require me to earn it.
Coping tools for meltdown days, backed by research
This section is for the mum who is reading with one eye open at midnight, thinking: I cannot do another day like this. These tools are grounded in research on caregiver stress in autism and neurodevelopmental disability, co-regulation, and parent-focused supports that build psychological flexibility and reduce distress.
1) Stabilise the room before you solve the problem
- Lower inputs fast: dim lights, reduce noise, simplify language to short phrases.
- One safe anchor: feet on the floor, one slow breath, shoulders down. Your body sets the tone.
- Co-regulation first: your calm is the bridge back to their calm, even if it takes time.
2) Name what is happening, without shame
- For your child: “Your body is having a big moment. I am here. We are safe.”
- For you: “This is overload. Not failure.”
3) Use a two minute reset that actually fits real motherhood
- 30 seconds: drink water slowly. Cold if possible.
- 30 seconds: unclench jaw. Relax tongue. Drop shoulders.
- 60 seconds: breathe out longer than you breathe in.
4) When your partner shuts down, protect your nervous system
- Boundary in one line: “I will talk when we are both regulated. Not during yelling.”
- Keep it factual: one sentence, one request, then pause.
- Repair later: ask for a short debrief window when the house is quiet.
5) Values based coping when you feel empty
- Pick one value: safety, tenderness, steadiness, courage.
- Pick one small action: sit on the floor, hold a hand, reduce demands, step outside for 90 seconds.
- Let that be enough: survival counts as love when the day is on fire.
Save this for the next meltdown day
If you know a mum who is quietly drowning, share this with her. Sometimes being understood is the first step back to breathing.
If you feel unsafe, threatened, or constantly walking on eggshells: support is available. In Australia, you can contact 1800RESPECT (call 1800 737 732, text 0458 737 732) or call 000 if you are in danger. For NDIS contact, see NDIS Contact (participants 1800 800 110).
References
- Hayes, S. A., & Watson, S. L. (2013). The impact of parenting stress: A meta-analysis of studies comparing the experience of parenting stress in parents of children with and without autism spectrum disorder. Journal of Autism and Developmental Disorders, 43(3), 629–642. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10803-012-1604-y
- Ting, V., & Weiss, J. A. (2017). Emotion regulation and parent co-regulation in children with autism spectrum disorder. Journal of Autism and Developmental Disorders, 47(3), 680–689. https://doi.org/10.1007/s10803-016-3009-9
- Scherer, N., Verhey, I., Kuper, H., & Grede, N. (2019). Depression and anxiety in parents of children with intellectual and developmental disabilities: A systematic review and meta-analysis. PLOS ONE, 14(7), e0219888. https://doi.org/10.1371/journal.pone.0219888
- Hartley, S. L., Barker, E. T., Seltzer, M. M., Greenberg, J. S., & Floyd, F. J. (2010). The relative risk and timing of divorce in families of children with an autism spectrum disorder. Journal of Family Psychology, 24(4), 449–457.
- World Health Organization. (2022). Caregiver skills training for families of children with developmental delays or disabilities: Introduction. WHO.
- Warreman, E. B., et al. (2023). Psychological, behavioural, and physical aspects of caregiver strain in autism caregivers compared to non-autism caregivers. eClinicalMedicine.
- Maughan, A. L., et al. (2024). Parent, child, and family outcomes following acceptance and commitment therapy for parents of autistic individuals: A randomised trial. Journal of Contextual Behavioral Science.
Jasmine Nitti
Mums The Word Melbourne
I write what many mums live but do not say out loud. If you felt seen here, you are not alone. You are carrying a lot. And you deserve support that does not come with conditions.