Yesterday I wrote about an idea Leftwing Idiot had recently that’s helped me think differently about taking breaks and resting when I need to. With just a few words he transformed my thinking and gave me a tool with which … read more
My sister had a BBQ yesterday. It was a small gathering of about fifteen close friends. I could see that her two-year-old daughter Bean was very excited by the party but also a bit overwhelmed by so many lovely people … read more
About a month ago I was in the middle of watching an incredible show by Fevered Sleep called Men and Girls dance. It was just five professional male dancers and nine girls who dance for fun, joining forces for … read more
It’s What Matters To You Day. This might not matter to you yet but to me it’s the cornerstone of my life.
I have a personal budget provided by my local social care team the aim of which is … read more
I’ve written a lot about the view from my bedroom window. Yesterday evening at dusk I rolled into my room to grab something but I was stopped in my tracks by a beautiful sight.
The sky was huge with … read more
It’s been a very sunny day, and this morning was particularly warm and glorious.
Fat Sister, King Russell and their two-year-old daughter Bean came over first thing and we sat in the garden enjoying the weather and the prospect … read more
It feels as if my body’s gone on strike. Or maybe more than that, it’s as if it’s engaged in some sort of direct action against me.
Since January I’ve been swimming at my local hydrotherapy pool on most days. … read more
I feel really sad.
A deep churning sadness.
A very familiar and crushing mix of shame, frustration and exhaustion.
It’s a mix of feelings I can’t remember ever not being present. Experience tells me these feelings won’t last with the … read more
Almost two years ago something remarkable happened: Fat Sister had a baby, my beautiful, brilliant, hilarious niece, Bean.
I’ve worked with children for about twenty years but they’ve always been five years or older and I had limited … read more
Almost a decade ago I had a conversation that changed my life – I was sitting in Leftwing Idiot’s kitchen talking about my intensifying tics and he described my Tourettes as a “language-generating machine” and told me that not … read more