This is likely to be my last blog of the year, not the catchiest title in the world is it? Thoughts of last Christmas have been running through my mind quite a bit this week. At the moment my mental health is feeling reasonably stable, I am seeing friends and family, I'm not injuring myself, …
Not my most catchy title I'm afraid. I try to avoid writing about really specific personal situations on my blog. I have done this before and have probably exposed myself too much. But the above is something I've been pondering this weekend as it seems to often be the cause of my downfall and I …
Continue reading Taking things literally or obsessive thinking?
With half the country covered in a blanket of snow today it seems a rather apt time to write about my obsession with snow. I love snow and always have done. When work ask for volunteers to be on a list to come in when it's snowing, my hand is the first to shoot up. …
Before I had my most recent period of being acutely unwell from the results of having an eating disorder I had started studying for an online course. I'd had to extend my deadlines a number of times due to my health. It was distressing me that I still hadn't completed it, so as part of …
I like to think I write reasonably coherently, I like having the time to consider what I am writing. Writing things down means I can concentrate my response to something without having 101 things flying through my head at once, I make more sense on paper than in person. If someone tries to say too …
As I sit here in my now too big pajamas, with every part of me aching and drinking black coffee (despite my love of tea) it seems like perhaps rather the right time to write this blog. It's been the elephant in the room for some time, the thing I couldn't write about, something I …
Continue reading Eating and me, an eating disorder on the spectrum
I became a parent to a beautiful daughter at the age of 20. In the grand scheme of things these days this isn't that 'young' an age to first become a parent. To me it was though, emotionally immature and struggling in life I hadn't moved much forwards from the mental age of 16. I've …
Continue reading Parenting and me, part 1 – the early years as a parent on the spectrum
