For Those Who Fight For The Ghost Children
I have not had the easiest of lives, sometimes I wonder if the mirror I broke when I was fourteen carried more than the standard seven years bad luck. There have been folks along the way without whom I wouldn't be sat here today and I hold each one in my heart dearly and your names are written on my soul.
Hidden Senses: How Stimming Impacts On Neurodiversity
It is well known that many Neurodivergent people often struggle with their environmental surroundings. For us, stepping into the everyday world is like being thrown into a swimming pool, we are hit with an onslaught of sensory information from all directions which can become distressing and confusing. We lack the ability to filter these experiences so often need to find some way to channel all the extra information our brain is being exposed to so we function and be able to live our lives in a calm and regulated way.
My Accidental New Career
I'm a big believer in fate and coincidence. Perhaps it's the autistic in me that loves pattern finding, I see deeper than most people do, but I truly believe sometimes the Universe pops up and gives us a big kick up the backside for good reason. Often that reason is unclear whilst you're eyeball deep in the manure pile, but eventually, hopefully, life takes a better direction.
Saved By The Sea
Mental Health Awareness has been at the forefront of many of our experiences in the last few years. When Covid-19 started to affect the world and countries enacted lockdowns for safety, many people experienced new challenges as the world stopped and we all had a moment to think about our lives in relation to the whole. We had spent so long on the hamster wheel of day to day living, shoving our problems deeper as we put a face on every day when we walked out of the door. Lockdown meant many of us realised that this way of life was causing us harm and that things had to change, that we could no longer live how we did before. For some lockdown increased their isolation and they found without others, they struggled to maintain good health. I think for all of us, it keenly bought home the fragility of the human condition.
One, Two, Three
Another morning, another mark scratched into the wall. She didn't know why she still felt this compulsion every day, finding anything with an edge just to make a litany of lines behind the bedpost. So many lines, she'd forgotten the counting words to know how many lines were really there. It had been so long since she'd seen anything other than sterile white walls and a tray of food that appeared through a rusted metal slot three times a day and every waking bought more blank spaces in place of memories from before the white room.
Facing The Truth In Baby Loss Awareness Week
Time. Funny thing that timey-wimey stuff. Sometimes the months rush past in glorious technicolour that brings us to exclaim 'Halloween? How is it Autumn already? How the time flies.' Sometimes a minute can last a lifetime, it has to last a lifetime, like the last moment you hold your living child in your arms.