Another page in my diary

This year I bought a paper diary for the first time in ages. There’s something special about a clean crisp new diary for next year, like the as yet unwritten year about to start. I love New Year. I love the fact that the each year is a blank page that has yet to be written. And this year, I want to write a diary again. Continue reading


#Depression – one autistic person’s experience

I am depressed. ‘Tis the season for it, just before Christmas.  Just to warn you this is a distinctly uncheerful post about depression with a content warning for mention of suicidal thoughts.

I often get depressed close to Christmas, having lost my bearings and my spoons in the race to get ready for the festive season.  It seems the happier everyone arounds me is (or pretends to be) the lower I get. Continue reading