This is an image of me, deep in the trenches, around a decade ago.
My husband would message from work each day and ask how 'things' were.
Some days, I couldn't speak. I'd send pictures. This was one of those days, and I remember and still feel that exact moment. I was in the bathroom,...
Often it's enough to be in a world that does not accept us, or that we find so incredibly challenging in terms of the differences between the way we are wired to exist and live; and the way society is set up.
There are huge disparities between the two. Inconsistencies in what we know...
It never gets easier, nor am I ever better prepared for the moments my autistic children (and I) are exposed to another parent’s grief stricken story about their autistic child.
I was conditioned to believe that the first of my children to be identified autistic had 'disappeared' and there...
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 returning, I needed to get a job.
I worked in the local bakery, something I was so proud of....
Trigger Warning: Mentions food, eating disorders and sensory aversions.
Please note the below is my personal experience and I am not a qualified medical professional or dietician.
Food. Glorious food.
Let’s talk about it.
In our family, we’ve had a variety of...