Category Archives: Non Fiction

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

Epilepsy Won’t Hold Me Back Any More!


I spent much of yesterday attempting to compose my thoughts and feelings concerning my meeting with Sheila at Compass and what was discussed there. I couldn’t really piece it all together, so instead I gave you some fluff about my … Continue reading

Posted in 2012, Accomplishments, Adapting, Adventures In Preserves, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Aspirations, Attitudes, Born This Way, Choose Life, Christmas, Confidence, Cookery, Cooking, Counselling, Creativity, Cross-stitch, Disabled Gardening, Discomfort, Epilepsy, Epilepsy Action, Epilepsy Awareness, Epiphany, Exercise, Family, Fear, Food, Food Experimentation, Friends, Health, Hobbies, Home Crafts, Homemaking, I Stitch So I Don't Stab Stupid People, Life Plans, Living With Asthma, Living With Atopic Syndrome, Love, Marriage, Medication, Memories, Milestones, Navel Gazing, Neurological, Non Fiction, Pain, Patience Is A Virtue, Positivity, Progress, Proud To Be Autistic, Proud To Be Me, Refusing To Be Beaten, Seizures, Self, Self-Realisation, Self-worth, Strength, Tenacity, Therapy, Validation | 14 Comments

The Long Road Home


She stood on a chilly street underneath a streetlamp – the only source of heat. All she had was a small suitcase, an address and a postcode. Beyond that she had no idea what the future held. Her aggressor – … Continue reading

Posted in Abusive Behaviour, Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life, Anxiety, Family, Fear, Friends, Home, Homelessness, Joy, Love, Marriage, Memories, Non Fiction, Positivity, Self, The Black Dog, Tribble Towers, Wedding | 12 Comments

The Ongoing Nightmare – Poetry


Every night the same A strange building, cold and damp Unloved I sit, watching walls red with blood A strange town, or have I been here before? Rejection, fear, tears run red from my eyes Where am I, who are … Continue reading

Posted in 2012, Creative Writing, Dreams, Fear, Nightmares, Non Fiction, Poetry, Recurring Nightmares, Stranger Than Fiction | 10 Comments