(Here for my resource list…? You can skip to the end of this post). I am a grown up autistic woman. I am not supposed to exist. When you think autism you probably think boys. Or children. It’s okay, most people do. But grown ass woman – not so much. In fact even though I… Continue reading I am a Unicorn
Yesterday I was having a conversation with someone about anxiety. It was obvious from how they were talking about it that they did not experience crippling anxiety on a regular basis. They were trying to find logical explanations… and solutions… to help the person in their care. This morning as I was walking back from… Continue reading Anxiety: Running Through the Magic Wall
The last 24 hours has been a baptism of fire. On an unprecedented scale for the folk of vision and tolerance, the Burning Women and Men. We are shocked and shaking at this new situation. But it is awakening old memories. This was an old story, one that has traumatised millions down the generations, that… Continue reading This Fear is Old
I realise that each time I shake with fear, each time I feel the constriction of deep anxiety, it is because I am coming into direct contact with the invisible structure of patriarchy – the power matrix – that which keeps us in place, keeps us small and scared and silent. The invisible dome, like… Continue reading We step up. Shaking.