Not too many this month as it has been head down and write to get ready for my PhD year 1 viva. The allotment is looking really lovely at the moment, as is my back garden. The many different colours and shapes in the leaves and plants are really calming to regard when I have…
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Support for autistic ADHD eleven year old
Hi, my name is Jenn. I’m recruiting for a one-to-one support to work with my son who is a bright energetic eleven year old who is an autistic ADHDer with sensor processing differences. Role details: Term time only (Derby City school holidays), based in our home and around Derby City. Tuesday afternoon 1345 to 1645…
Tinfoil Hats: Stories by Mad People in an Insane World
. In the last two weeks, I took delivery of my first ever solo-authored book chapter, in the wonderfully named tinfoil hats: stories by mad people in an insane world. The contribution that I made was hard-won life experience; it talked about some really difficult unpleasant and often traumatising experiences that I had…
The weekend that was
This weekend I spent more time outside than I remember having done in years. Highlights included time in the woods with my son at the excellent Tori’s Forest School, down my new permaculture allotment (photos to be added when there are some plants in) and an afternoon at ‘The Land‘ in Little Eaton a beautiful…
Getting old and getting excited
In the last week, I have realised that firstly I am getting old and secondly that I am getting excited. Both are interlinked so I will begin with the getting old bit… I have had various allotments and growing situations over the last six years which have all become unviable for a number of reasons;…
Current Mood: Shit, so I wrote a poem
** * * * * * * * * * * * The dreams of death and dying. The emptiness inside. This place in which I’m hiding, whilst life carries on outside. That love and life and meaning, with which I just can’t coincide. When all I have are these dreams of death and dying…
The God of the Mountain
A short piece of writing that I completed for the Beyond the Spectrum Writing Group organised by Writing East Midlands: The stone is smooth and round and fits in the palm of your hand. Its surface is flecked with silver flashes that spark when the light hits them as the stone is turned. Tiny black…
2021 – What a hell of a year…
It’s been a while since I posted here, not because of a lack of good intentions but simply because there was barely enough time to breathe last year, let alone find the time to update my website. I returned to work at the end of 2020 to begin a PhD at the University of Nottingham…
A poem I composed
About my allotment in the autistic writer’s group I am currently participating in/ I’m really pleased with it 🙂 Birdsong sprinkled in the background of the morning. Blue vaulted above their heads when they looked up. Brown hands and feet from the earth, brown faces and skin from the sun. Calm; that was all…
#FurnitureFreeLiving
Last time I posted I wrote about my overall experiences of using space more flexibly; a process I have undertaken since we moved house and into a new property that was slightly smaller than our last home. The walls were a lot higher, so it gave me an opportunity to think about how we use…