Category: Neurodiversity
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I’m not sure whether I’ve always been like this, but one thing’s for sure; midlife has brought my struggles with the polar opposites of impulsivity and indecision into sharp focus. I’ve always thought I’m well attuned to intuition, using it as a handy early warning system for life’s more minor challenges; from navigating friendships to which colour jacket to buy. It’s…
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No one really knows another person, do they? Of course, we all present an acceptable version of ourselves to the world, otherwise society would look very different. But if you’re neurodivergent, there’s another dimension; you’ll likely be highly skilled at the game of public vs private persona known as masking. Peeling back the layers of…
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It’s been a hell of a long time since I gave blood; probably 20 years, for one reason or another. Pregnancy, tattoos, training for marathons, medication, and other unhinged reasons kept my red cells inside my veins for a long time. My blood group is O-, meaning the vampires love me, and the NHS too…
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‘I really don’t want to go poking around in my past, it will only cause more upset and harm, and I can’t see the point of it. Plus I’m too old and it’s too late now’. (Always my favourite excuse that one) This is me, talking to my eldest daughter; a therapy advocate and relatively…
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I’ve swallowed a block of concrete. An impermeable lump is now sitting heavily in my chest. I am motionless, corpse-like as I sit at the nondescript desk I’ve called home for the past 20 years. I’m grateful no one is close enough to see the tears building in my eyes, threatening to spill down my…
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I’ve always been ‘bookish’. Not that surprising for a writer. What is surprising is how long I spent ignoring my natural ability for prose, preferring to shrug it off as something entirely unremarkable. Instead, I focused my efforts on Modern Foreign Languages, and a bit of Latin thrown in for good measure (still to this…