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Tonight I have to write about depression (sorry Finian, autism is sooo last season dahling).



Mostly my depression is kept under wraps with medication and sound advice from my wonderful GP.

Occasionally, though, despite my best efforts, it sneaks up on me and takes grip and I'd like to try to explain what it's like.  Because I'm fun like that.



I can't get to grips with the fact that on the surface I seem fine, while a big black hole is circling deep beneath the… Continue

In keeping with my new outlook to live in the Here & Now (as opposed to the big, bad ,scary future), I've been paying closer attention to the things that make me happy.



Throughout the week I used my mobile to capture random moments that gave me a burst of joy, no matter how abstract (or just plain sad) they were.



Here they are, in no particular order.  Point and laugh as you will.…





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This week I took a few baby steps into the realms of learning to sweat the small stuff, and left the Big Questions to be decided in a cosmic punch-up between Richard Dawkins and the Pope.











Personally I'd… Continue

Adapting to life with autism is a dangerous business, and I used to enjoy  indulgent little moments when I'd believed I'd cracked it.



I've read the dreamy books about the autie kid who progresses from being a screaming dervish of poo and vitriol to being a calm, (non-poo flinging) auto-bot who says "please" and "thank you" and definitely never, ever dips toilet roll in the loo and eats it.

That would never happen at the end of these… Continue