International Women’s Day 2020- The Colour Blue (for autistic women who never knew)

I close my eyes today and I focus on the fading silhouettes, the beautiful profiles of those women who have gone before us, those who have trodden corridors of silence, those who have withdrawn, battle worn, those who have protested and rocked and spiralled and faded without having had anyone truly listen to their stories.

“When we close our eyes” – hope for a better future for autistic women and girls

"Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right-doing There is a field I will meet you there" RUMI There was once a little girl who danced to the rhythm of the daisy petals she scattered, a child who captured in her imagination a sense of velveteen calm through the scent of the lilac buddleia tree where… Continue reading “When we close our eyes” – hope for a better future for autistic women and girls

“The past is never where you think you left it” (Katherine Anne Porter) In support of excluded autistic children whose gifts are being forgotten. Is history repeating itself?

School Reports January 1975 “ This girl is somewhat nervous” “Needs to try harder” “ Somewhat lacking in confidence, she must realise that she has the ability and must make every effort to exploit it to the full” July 1975 “Capable of excellent work but refuses to concentrate” “More attention needed” “ Very disappointing, needs… Continue reading “The past is never where you think you left it” (Katherine Anne Porter) In support of excluded autistic children whose gifts are being forgotten. Is history repeating itself?

Keeping Faith ( Serendipity – finding treasure in unexpected places).

When my wife and I sat down to watch the first series of Keeping Faith, we were little prepared for the incredible impact that its beautifully depicted story would have on our own recovery as we privately waded our way through the complex aftermath of having lived through our own experience of 'missing'. There in… Continue reading Keeping Faith ( Serendipity – finding treasure in unexpected places).

“You are the teacher I am the student….What is the Lesson?”(Experiencing Equine Assisted Psychotherapy)

I am struggling to find words that can aptly describe what it is like to be a pupil of a herd of horses but I will do my best to try. You see, that’s simply all the horses require of me, an openness to the lessons that they have the wisdom to impart and the… Continue reading “You are the teacher I am the student….What is the Lesson?”(Experiencing Equine Assisted Psychotherapy)

Living Undercover (A message for Mental Health Awareness Week)

I awoke to the sound of a neighbours heeled shoes clippety clopping on the hard driveway, the noise deafened me, she was exchanging pleasantries with another neighbour, talking loudly about the sunshine, laughing, the car door slammed shut, the engine revved and she was gone.  All of those sounds had created a cacophony of audio… Continue reading Living Undercover (A message for Mental Health Awareness Week)

Rocking My Way Back Home- reflections on the Many Voices Conference

On Tuesday 2nd April I attended NAHT (National Association of Head Teachers)Girls and Autism Many Voices Conference in London. It was my first conference relating to autism just six weeks post diagnosis aged 56, in fact it was my first formal experience of being in a public place for a whole day since my devastating… Continue reading Rocking My Way Back Home- reflections on the Many Voices Conference