I’m sitting on a train, my laptop on my legs, the screen flickering with sunlight and passing reflections. Looking up occasionally, I’m catching glimpses of yellow fields with neat hedgerows, or small towns with a muddle of red roofs, chimneys, … read more
Back in December six young creatives with Tourettes came together for a weekend of thinking, talking and making at Battersea Arts Centre. Together with researcher Will Renel we explored the theme of sonic inclusion. I’m excited to announce that … read more
My niece is now three months old and she’s an excellent being. I see her most days and my surreal ticced songs have become part of her bedtime routine. But for the last week we’ve been busy with previews of … read more
I lay next to my friend Lottie on a handmade quilt, under a majestic tree. Looking up we could see fairy lights entwined in its branches, and its jagged leaves were silhouetted against the dark, clear sky. The backs of … read more
I remember the first time I ever used Twitter – it’s etched in my memory. It was almost eight years ago on a sunny weekend in July. I didn’t use it to share information – I used it to find … read more
When Teresa May called a snap general election just seven weeks ago I felt a flash of hope, followed by an overwhelming feeling of apprehension.
I desperately want to be part of a society that’s more socially just, where there … read more
I woke up a few moments ago and pulled up my bedroom blind. The sun’s shining boldly through a cloudy sky. Just as I was drifting off to sleep last night my phone bleeped with people checking that I was … read more
I can’t remember how old I was when I first heard the term ‘special needs’ or when it was first used to describe me. It’s been a persistent presence throughout my life – from when it was used about me … read more
Fran pulled the covers tightly across my body. She sat next to me on the bed, her hand applying gentle pressure to my head. Exhausted, my body moved erratically, my forceful, regular and rhythmic vocal tics punctuating the quiet darkness … read more
Yesterday something incredible happened – Fat Sister’s bump became a baby.
I’m now the exceptionally proud aunty of a beautiful wiggly niece.
Fat Sister, King Russell and the little wiggle are all doing well.
As I held her in my … read more