Why I am like this

I’m autistic. This might be a surprise, or not, for some of you, and you may even question that it’s true. The fact is, I am, and it changes nothing about me. I also don’t want it to change how you treat me. What it has changed is me accepting myself the way I am,Continue reading “Why I am like this”

Socially acceptable misery at Christmas

This year it’s seventeen years since my mother died. We were due to spend Christmas with mum and dad anyway, as we knew it would be her last one. In the end, we had to rush home earlier after the phone call everyone with an ill relative dreads – come home now, and say goodbye. Continue reading “Socially acceptable misery at Christmas”

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