There’s too much to write about, to think about, to be worried about. And it can be so overwhelming that I end up unable to do anything.
In the end, there was simply too much to talk about. So I've decided to talk about scarves.
I sobbed as I delivered my speech. It was so cliche, I might as well have broken into a teary rendition of 'For Good'. But it was all true.
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 had a good day yesterday. I also had a meltdown in public yesterday. Holy oxymoron, Batman!
Do you ever feel like someone has dropped a box of bees in your brain?
Autistic people should not have their inalienable right to diagnosis and support denied because their autism doesn't present itself in a way that fits into the correct boxes.
He is my beautiful, brave, loving, silly, pathetic, cowardly, loyal, protective, fabulous boy. Sometimes, I love him so much I could cry.