Month: July 2017

It took an internal war before I realised that these pills may be something that I would need for the rest of my life – and that that was okay.

I don’t want to be an interfering busybody lecturing on the rules of the train carriage, but I’d rather be that than the meltdown monster I become when it all gets too much.

Sometimes, when I wake up at night and my dogs are lying around me, I have to reach out and check they are still breathing.

I wish I could tell him how he took an angry, lonely, confused little queer autistic girl, and gave her the tools she needed to survive.

I cried. Well, first I squealed. And flapped my hands. A lot. But then I cried.

I’m fat. This isn’t a statement that is up for debate. I am beautiful. I am also fat.

I trust you will share this with the others, as they need to see this as well. You were not the only one. Not by a long way.

I had a good day yesterday. I also had a meltdown in public yesterday. Holy oxymoron, Batman!

I have been told that I am a ‘high-functioning’ Autistic. 90% of the time this is a last ditch attempt to try and get me to stop talking.

Do you ever feel like someone has dropped a box of bees in your brain?