Monthly Archives: March 2025

Like many autistic people, I knew I was ‘different’ from a young age – and I knew that different was not a good thing – so I constantly tried to be more like people wanted me to be… In an … Continue reading →

Having played to her heart’s content, Chibi would come inside and rest for a while. When she began to sleep on the sofa – like a talisman curled gently in the shape of a comma and dug up from a … Continue reading →

I’m not just an observer any more. I’m realising that I care about the team. A very different book about teenage boys. Yesterday evening, I loaned my library copy (yes, I know; bad) to a trusted and fast-reading friend, and … Continue reading →

Dying is the secret wish of the survivor. I don’t just mean by suicide, although that had become the most attractive exit strategy. I’m talking about the need for danger. The impulse to shipwreck the miracle of being alive. I … Continue reading →