My Box

Sorry bad sad poetry follows, I am feeling low and need to get it out.   I have pushed back, I have fought hard. It’s never ending, it flows on and on. But there is always the box.   I am retreating, I am worn down. It is encompassing, it is pushing me to the … Continue reading My Box

Taken Down by a Pizza

The pizza was the final straw, the last part of a jigsaw that came together to to bring me the special of the day, a shut down. To anyone around I'm sure it looks as though I am behaving like a spoilt child sulking over not getting what they wanted, there may be a tiny … Continue reading Taken Down by a Pizza

Mixed Emotions

So it's been a fairy eventful week, one that has included experiences that left me shocked, scared and worried for the future but also overwhelming grateful, loved, cared for and hopeful. Seven days ago with no little amount of anxiety I along with my wife and best friend made our way to the Shalbourne Suite … Continue reading Mixed Emotions

Climbing Out of Hell

I always heard that you hit rock bottom and then you could start the climb back up. It hasn't been like that for me, I was still falling, in fact Im not sure there is a bottom just the never ending decent. Does this fall lead anywhere or are there just stops along the way … Continue reading Climbing Out of Hell

Trauma, Autism and an Attachment Disorder

Trauma and the Stress Response Can everyone experience trauma? If so are some more susceptible than others? On the surface these questions are fairly straightforward, yes everyone one can be traumatised and there are a significant number of risk factors that not only make it more likely that you will experience trauma but that also … Continue reading Trauma, Autism and an Attachment Disorder

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