Category Archives: Born This Way

Of Shoes And Strings And Sealing Wax, And A Ton Of Navel Fluff


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

Posted in 2013, Accomplishments, Adventures, Adventures In Preserves, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Autism, Blogging, Book, Born This Way, Christmas, Diet And Fitness, Disability, Epilepsy, Family, Five Minutes Of Fame, Gardening, Good People, Health, Hobbies, Home, I Love Autism Kids, Injuries, Kitchen Witchy, Love, Mason Kayne, My Son, Navel Gazing, Not A Supermarket Tomato, Pets, Pickling, Positivity, Proud Parent Of An Autistic Child, Psychiatric, Publishing, Reminiscense, Seizures, Spiders, The Writing Industry, Tribble Towers, Wedding | 9 Comments

Staring Without Seeing, And Other Stories


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

Posted in "Mutants", 2013, Adapting, Anxiety, Autism, Autism Awareness, Autistic Behaviours, Autistic Meltdown, Body Image, Boobs, Born This Way, Disability, Doctor Who, English Hospitals, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Awareness, Health, Heightened Awareness, Injuries, Kindle | 4 Comments

“You Should Get A Job…”


“… And then you’d be getting paid for something worthwhile complaining about.” I looked at her; a pretty woman with blonde hair, a stinky attitude and a smug expression on her face. I stand some inches taller than she, and … Continue reading

Posted in "Mutants", 2013, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Animal Neglect, Animals, Attitudes, Barking, Born This Way, Bullies, Bullying, Cruelty, Disability, Disability Aids, Disablism, Discomfort, Dogs, Dreams, Emotional Pain, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Action, Epilepsy Awareness, Injuries, Medication, Neurological, Not A Supermarket Tomato, Nuisance, People, Personal Goals, Pets, Proud To Be Me, Rant, Seizures, Self, Stupidity Gets A Tag Now, The Ignorance Of Strangers, Wheelchairs | 36 Comments

Stubborn


Once upon a time, many years ago, my grandmother declared that I was so stubborn that I would even defy death until I was good and ready to turn up my toes. She was right, actually; there have been a … Continue reading

Posted in "Mutants", 2013, Acceptance, Adapting, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Attitudes, Born This Way, Disability, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Action, Epilepsy Awareness, Frank La Rocca, Health, Hope, Marriage, National Epilepsy Week, Neurological, Refusing To Be Beaten, Seizures, Viva La Rocca | 12 Comments

Epilepsy and Blogging


Sometimes, the seizures are so severe that inertia and memory loss set in. My last seizure was a week ago – but I’m still not really making sense of things. D will talk to me and I won’t have understood … Continue reading

Posted in Acceptance, Adapting, Adventures In Preserves, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Born This Way, Choose Life, Cross-stitch, Disability, Disabled Gardening, Doctor Who, Epilepsy, Family, Health, Hobbies, Home, Home Crafts, Homemaking, I Stitch So I Don't Stab Stupid People, Marriage, Milestones, Neurological, Personal Goals, Pickling, Seizures, Self, Strength | 14 Comments

Turning Japanese And Cross-Stitch Flowers


I am still stuck in bed, but feeling a good deal better. My bruise has come out in some rather amazing hues, but the pain isn’t as bad as it was – in fact, I managed to roll over to … Continue reading

Posted in "Mutants", 2013, A Madman With A Box, Adapting, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Born This Way, Carers, Choose Life, Disability, Doctor Who, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Awareness, Health, I Stitch So I Don't Stab Stupid People, Injuries, Marriage, Neurological, Not A Supermarket Tomato, Seizures | 26 Comments

The Fall Of An Epileptic


Today I am bedbound. During the night I awoke screaming in agony. Why? This delightful type of seizure that they refer to as “abscence”. I felt myself going. I even felt my eyes roll back in their sockets. I was … Continue reading

Posted in "Mutants", 2013, Adapting, Attitudes, Born This Way, Disability, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Action, Epilepsy Awareness, Epilepsy Society, Health, How epilepsy Can Kill, Injuries, Neurological, SEDS, Seizures, Status Epilepticus | 34 Comments

Social Anxiety


“I don’t think they like me.” “Well, they seemed to last time I collected you.” “I don’t know; I don’t think they really know what to make of me.” My husband and I have this same conversation every month when … Continue reading

Posted in 2013, Accomplishments, Adapting, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Anxiety, Aspirations, Attitudes, Autism, Born This Way, Chrysalis, Confidence, Emerging Butterfly, Fear, Friends, Hobbies, Home, Home Crafts, Kitchen Witchy, Milestones, Neurological, Not A Supermarket Tomato, Personal Goals, Pickling, Positivity, Progress, Proud To Be Autistic, Self, Self-worth, Social Anxiety, Tribble Towers, Women's Institute | 23 Comments

The Ultimate Devotion


I love to write free-form, unstructured poetry. It’s honest; it’s pure; it’s emotive in a way that structured, rhyming stanzas are sometimes not. I dedicate this free-form to my wonderful husband, D, who has no idea how much I truly … Continue reading

Posted in 2013, About The Carer, Adapting, Autism, Autistic Meltdown, Born This Way, Creative Writing, Disability, Epilepsy, Health, Love, Marriage, Neurological, Non Fiction, Not A Supermarket Tomato, Proud To Be Me, Psychological, Seizures, Sensory Overload, Symptoms, The Dark Side Of Autism, Tribble Towers, Vulnerability, Writing | 24 Comments

Epileptic Wave


As I sleep it lifts me up Jostling me into wakefulness Calm at first, a gentle rise and fall Almost peaceful, and yet disturbed The first wave buffets me, not too strongly It carries me with it towards the shore … Continue reading

Posted in "Mutants", Born This Way, Creative Writing, Epilepsy, Neurological, Seizures | 5 Comments