Reflections
This is Me.
Aug 13, 2021
I no longer paint my nails.
I don't adorn myself with jewellery.
I take my time responding to messages and I seldom answer my phone. I have a message bank.
I say no to...
My Dreaming Life
Aug 13, 2021
*Trigger warning: Trauma nightmares, self-harm, police, psychiatric ward*
My dreaming life.
As I age, it becomes more intense; a beckoning for me to process what...
I remember every single name, every single humiliation.
Aug 13, 2021
At fifteen years old, I left school midway through Year Nine and went into the workforce.
I vehemently expressed that I would not return to school and with that, my mother said if I was not...
This is how I live most of my life now.
Aug 13, 2021
Today I put aside a few hours to revisit my plan for thriving autistically.
Those drop-offs of the very things that support my wellbeing happen so subtly and quickly as time goes on that...
Labels, labels, labels.
Aug 13, 2021
Trigger Warning: swearing, harsh words.
I hear families often speak about their fear in "labelling" their children autistic, ADHD, among other neurodivergences because they worry...
My university days went like this.
Aug 11, 2021
I'm not an autistic researcher.
I am not a psychologist.
I take my hat off to my neurokin who are.
I am forever grateful to those who are engaged in research and...
She is so much more.
Aug 04, 2021
I often touch on how important it is to move beyond the generic support framework for our autistic children in the classroom. This includes a timer, dot points on the board and visuals.
...
My PDA neurobiology.
Jul 28, 2021
I'm up at 5am this morning.
I have an appointment in the city and it's at a new address I haven't been to before.
This means that I get up early, google the address over coffee...
We bring our children home.
Jul 21, 2021
We bring our children home
From failed systems
That have been enabled not to care
Not to care for our children
For us; when we were the children
We educate our children
And while trying...
Where my grief came from.
Jul 14, 2021
This morning as I was barefoot walking through the garden, connecting with the earth, I felt a deep sadness come over me.
My instinct was to push the sadness away and to think of...
