This is a bit overdue, but 2020 has been a bit extra, hasn’t it? I survived though; it would seem that facing possible cancer and definite surgery as a single mum isn’t an unbearable weight after all, but just one that is hard to bear. And the people who love you and care for you […]Read More The unbearable weight: part 2. I am not a Tuesday Girl.
I have a confession. I hate Christmas so much this year that I involuntarily flipped the birdy and muttered “fuck you” at the fairy lights after I hung them up in the porch last night. Thank god the kids were in the living room watching Youtube. To be honest I could never have won the […]Read More What happens when you are a single parent and you aren’t feeling Christmas? (Asking for a friend)
Oops, sorry [face palm]. I started this post in May 2016, and time, circumstance, an attention-deficit brain, the sheer monotony and hard work of dealing with all of the minutiae and massiveness of caring and advocating, depression, subsequent recovery and ACTUAL HAPPINESS stopped me writing. I don’t know why I stopped, to start again feels […]Read More The broken heart (and time)
First some introductions and to explain why Leo isn’t actually Leo. Leo is my son, he is seven and he is waiting for his official diagnosis of Autistic Spectrum Condition or ASC (anyone in the know will know that this is often a long time after it should have been). He goes to mainstream school, he has […]Read More A bit about why Leo isn’t actually Leo.
I haven’t just started being a parent – that started in November 2007 when I stubbed out a last cigarette the day after finding out I was pregnant. I haven’t just started caring either – that started not long before, but this is the first day a new role has been decided for me by me – […]Read More The start.