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The Hairy Housewife
I'm married and have autism and epilepsy, which I write about a lot. I keep tarantulas because I don't like cats, and I love to read.
I'm supremely accident prone and like to take photographs of my bruises for posterity. My best friends that aren't human or tarantula are socks, cocoa and Doctor Who.
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Category Archives: Autism
After being incredibly remiss with this blog since breaking my arm in August, my muse has finally poked me to write up about the highlights of my year and attempt to catch up with you all. It’s one thing to … Continue reading
That’s what I tend to do when I’m waiting for my hospital appointments; I have my Kindle, of course, but occasionally my gaze will sweep the waiting area and see – but not see. Images are vaguely noted – sometimes … Continue reading
I can walk; I can even jog a little, and dance in short bursts. I can get to the local shops and back and sometimes I don’t even need my walking stick. What I cannot do, however, is have days … Continue reading
A battle waged A young man lost Three families mourn The tragic cost
Hello. I haven’t left WordPress. I’ve been reading all of you, but I’ve only left a smattering of comments here and there. I haven’t been ignoring anybody; things have been happening in my son’s life that I have had to … Continue reading
My dear Rhys; my beautiful son, I hope that, one day, you will understand and that you will forgive me. You won’t understand why I kept falling over and “going to sleep”. You will also not understand why I had … Continue reading
In a small maternity delivery room in Cheltenham, long ago, an exhausted young woman lay in a bed soaked with blood, sweat, amniotic fluid and tears; she had in her arms the most precious and beautiful thing that she had … Continue reading