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*NEW RELEASE SPECIAL* Miracle in Slow Motion by Sally Wagter #Brainfluffbookblog #MiracleinSlowMotionbookrecommendation


Today is the day when Miracle in Slow Motion by my dear friend Sally Wagter is being released. And that sentence tells you why this isn’t and cannot be a normal book review. Not only did I edit this book – I know this story from the beginning.

Sally and I went to teaching college together way back in the early 1990s, though our friendship was cemented when we found ourselves teaching in the same school – and then in the same yeargroup. She’s a talented teacher with an instinctive feel for the children in her care and not only is she a firm friend, she is also a respected colleague. Himself and I went to her wedding to Erik, and I was thrilled when she told me she was pregnant.

Tim was a beautiful baby – he’s inherited his parents’ good looks. But he cried a lot, suffering badly with colic. And my life changed one night when he was about eight weeks old, Sally turned up on the doorstep, grey-faced with exhaustion. Tim wouldn’t stop crying. So I invited her in and once she handed Tim to me, I was swept with such a deep wave of love for him, it knocked the breath from my lungs. It’s happened a handful of times in my life – when I held my own children, my grandchildren, my nephews and niece. And Tim… I paced up and down our kitchen, crooning nonsense and singing to him, gently jigging him my arms and it wasn’t long before he fell asleep.

I looked after him two days a week from the time he was four months old when Sally had to return to work, until he was three and a half when I had to stop – a decision that broke my heart. So I was right alongside during the terrible time of his autism diagnosis. And what flummoxed me was how little hope was offered for Tim’s future or any possibility that he would be able to lead an independent life. I recall sitting at our kitchen table reading a book I’d got out from the library about what we could expect. I got halfway through, put my head on my arms on the table and howled. How could this be happening? The bonny baby with the sunshine smile and infectious giggle, who loved going out and being sung to – was at two years old increasingly in the throes of screaming panic. Unreachable, he’d run around, howling and afraid – while more and more everyday incidents were triggering this response. And the book I’d turned to, written by experts, offered NOTHING in the way of hope. Worse, the professionals who came in to offer advice and work with Tim, while clearly committed and well-meaning, didn’t treat him with the gentleness a neuro-typical child of his age could expect. He needed firm ground rules, apparently – because ‘these children’ are highly controlling and manipulative…

Sally and Erik didn’t accept the situation and this book charts how they managed to help Tim, so that he is now a charming, empathetic, articulate, and musically talented young man. The fact they are remarkable people, whose love and faith in their son’s potential prevailed against the odds, is a given. Depressingly, though Tim is now eighteen, the situation for parents with children on the autistic spectrum hasn’t improved or progressed all that much since Tim’s initial diagnosis.

Books are often touted as being life-changing, however this one really has the potential to help other despairing parents desperate to help their children, but don’t know where to start. Sally decided to write this book years ago, but it’s taken a long time – because, understandably – she’s been a tad busy running Tim’s education, as well as raising his younger brother. I was honoured to be part of this project as editor and I’m delighted that it is now available here.

BLURB: Miracle in Slow Motion is an inspirational story from despair to miracles, charting a mother’s deeply emotional journey on being confronted with her son’s autism. Refusing to believe the bleak outlook forecast for him, she determined to go all-out in helping him to connect and discover his real self and potential.

Part I charts the journey up to the age of eleven, where his mother started to see hope for his future. By the age of two, he was having daily meltdowns, screaming, running away, and unable to communicate his needs; by four he was diagnosed with a severe speech, language and communication disorder; at eight his school said they could not teach him and his parents should prepare for a future of assisted working. However, at the age of eleven he was talking easily, thinking of others and becoming flexible. He was also building friendships and some of his talents were starting to emerge.

Part II charts the years from eleven to seventeen, where Tim’s social skills, academic achievements and dreams were all brought to fruition. You can find out how we did this by reading the book…

Chapter One – The Beginning

‘I feel a bit bored and in need of an adventure,’ Tim said as he sauntered into the kitchen yesterday morning.

‘Why don’t you get the bus to Worthing and wander around. Are you OK with the bus to get there?’

‘Yeah, sure.’

‘Oh, and can you try to be back by five so you can eat before the party tonight?’

‘Of course!’

As he left the house I called out, ‘Love you.’

He called back, ‘Love you forever Mum, see you later!’ and he was gone.

But it wasn’t always this way. Tim’s freedom and independence had been a long time coming…

I will begin at the beginning. Erik, my gorgeous Dutch husband, and I met in Holland and after a year and a half of dating, back and forth between countries, he came to live in England and on the day he arrived, I agreed to marry him. We would sit and talk for hours. Going to cafes and putting the world to rights felt like such a special treat with him. He was so easy to talk to and very switched on emotionally, and he seemed to get me just by looking at me. He was an amazing songwriter and a real people person. He fitted straight into my lovely circle of friends and we ended up spending many evenings discussing ‘life, the universe and everything’ around dinner party tables.

He was also funny. His spoken English was amazing but also became a source of amusement between us. On one of his first visits to England, before we were going out, a friend asked where he was staying and Erik called out to them across the pub, ‘I’m sleeping with Steve tonight!’ We all fell about laughing.

At the time, I was teaching full-time in a local school and spent many hours sitting on the floor after a long day, marking work and preparing lessons. My life was full of school concerts, shows, fairs, projects and report-writing. Erik was a social worker and had found a job in a residential school nearby. He worked with children with varying challenges and spent his time playing sport with the children and putting on talent shows in order to raise their self-esteem. We both shared a love of music. I had a music degree and he had spent years in a band and as a worship leader in his church. I was a pianist, while he was a guitar player and singer. Music, for both of us, was our emotional outlet and a huge part of our identity. Little did we know how precious this was and how soon these opportunities would be taken from us.

BGC 2016 Charity Day at Canary Wharf, London


As well as teaching Creative Writing at Northbrook in Worthing, I am also part of a team who tutor Tim, my friend Sally’s son. When he was a tiny baby and Sally had to return to work, I looked after him for a couple of days a week until he was three and a half, so I was right there alongside the family when they 100_5054received the devastating news that he was autistic. Tim struggled to learn to talk and was still difficult to understand aged five. He regularly retreated into patterning behaviours, often reduced to screaming terror at birds on the grass or a passing lorry.

Sally was fortunate enough to be directed towards John Caudwell’s Children’s 100_5087Charity, who funded Sally and her husband’s training in the Son-Rise programme and have continued to pay for a number of alternative treatments that have transformed Tim’s life over the years. Through the continual hard work 100_5064and skilled empathy of his parents and a number of helpers, Tim is now a bright, chatty boy of fourteen, who loves performing in plays, writing screenplays and making films. He is also a talented composer and plays the piano, picking up tunes by ear. We are in the process of preparing him for exams to allow him to attend college and study media with a view to becoming a fully independent meandchrishollinsadult – a goal that would have been unthinkable only a handful of years ago.

The BGC Charity Day was born out of the horror of 9/11, when the trading bank lost 658 employees, as well as 61 other brokers working on their premises. The bank decided to mark the anniversary by donating all the profits made that day to a charity to support the dependents left behind and over the years this has 100_5061expanded to embrace a number of other charities. The Caudwell Children’s Charity is one of them, and Sally, Erik and Tim were invited to attend to represent the charity and take part in the day’s events at their London HQ. As Erik was unable to go, Sally asked me to come along, instead.

The atrium was decorated with scenes from Roald Dhal books and lined with a variety of enjoyable activities like table tennis, which Tim particularly enjoyed. There was a selection of food, including delicious vegetarian wraps, tea, coffee, water and soft drinks available throughout the 100_5069day – as well as the most magnificent chocolate fountain I’ve ever seen. We were taken up to the trading floor at intervals with a number of celebrities, who then helped the traders to close deals amid a flashing onslaught of photo opportunities and a filmed interview with John Bishop.

The views from the building were stunning – Tim commented that everyone 100_5068below us looked like toys. I enjoyed meeting Chris Hollins, being a Strictly fan. Lindsey Lohan remembered Tim from the Butterfly Ball and spent a significant amount of time talking to children and parents. Tim was delighted to be photographed with the likes of Rio Ferdinand and GB gold medal-winner in the canoe slalom, Joe Clarke, who allowed Tim to try on his medal.

While we often hear how pampered and spoilt the rich and famous are, I was struck by the patience and friendliness of all the celebrities who appeared throughout the day. It was a reminder in a world where greed and selfishness seem to abound and horrible, senseless acts of attrition occur that there are also many, many people who strive not just to help themselves, but go out of their way to also support others. Thank you John Caudwell and BGC, without your generosity Tim’s future would be a whole lot bleaker.