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0 Comment on Introducing The Queerly Autistic Workbook
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Introducing The Queerly Autistic Workbook

The Queerly Autistic Workbook will be coming to bookshelves near you on 19th March 2026!

0 Comment on Ben Mitchell’s EastEnders exit was an offensive mess – and reflective of how society treats people with complex mental health issues
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Ben Mitchell’s EastEnders exit was an offensive mess – and reflective of how society treats people with complex mental health issues

It sent a very clear message: if you have complex trauma and mental health issues, like Ben, then do not even bother trying to recover.

0 Comment on Ruminations at a Graveside: Autistic Curiosity on Death and Dying
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Ruminations at a Graveside: Autistic Curiosity on Death and Dying

Because we live in a culture that doesn’t talk about death, I am innately curious. It’s the ultimate unspoken thing -final, unchangeable, ridiculous – that my brain wants to unpack and understand.

1 Comment on Why I Don’t Wear The Red Poppy
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Why I Don’t Wear The Red Poppy

A century later, arms companies hold remembrance day events, paying with money steeped in the very red the poppies on their lapels bade them never spill again.

1 Comment on Me Too
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Me Too

I don’t know how old I was when I first learned that I had to shout ‘fire’ if someone tried to grab me.

2 Comments on The Autistic Hive Mind (or the inconvenient lack thereof)
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The Autistic Hive Mind (or the inconvenient lack thereof)

I hate to burst anyone’s bubbles, but I do not speak for the Autistic community.

0 Comment on Bees In My Brain – on autism, anxiety and reaching breaking point
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Bees In My Brain – on autism, anxiety and reaching breaking point

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

0 Comment on In the event of my death (freeform)
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In the event of my death (freeform)

If I die, take me home to my bed and hold my hand; cuddle me like you’ve always done, as if bringing me down from a meltdown.