The Day the Whirring Stopped

I don't know how it is for everyone else but for a long time I thought it was the same for them as it is for me. For me it doesn't stop, it spins and shifts in different directions creating webs of patterns, linked by varying hues. The demand for constant input, the never ending … Continue reading The Day the Whirring Stopped

Is there a middle.

For the last few years it's been a bit of a battle in general but that doesn't always translate to bad. So you find out that your Autistic, you now have a name that explains that sense of being different, other. Surely that's it? You now know who you are, you can tell others, share … Continue reading Is there a middle.

My Journey to a diagnosis

This story starts in my childhood, with the struggles I and many people who knew me faced each day with my difficulties and the resulting behaviours. Back then I just thought I was naughty and a bad person, a view that was fairly common, but not held by all. I was lucky to have parents … Continue reading My Journey to a diagnosis