2020….. it’s been an education.

While it’s been a challenging year to say the least, it is one that has been unexpectedly lightened by moments of joy and self fulfilment and as I prepare to walk into my 40th year, I do so with a newfound clarity as to who I am, what I want from life and who I can rely on when faced with adversity.

This is my fight song….or should I say flight song!

I’m not sure I’ve ever been ‘normal’ what’s normal supposed to look like? Answers on a post card please.

Making sense of sensory processing.

So what does this look like in real life? Well (taking you back to the beach scenario) whilst a few grains of sands might be mildly irritating for some, to my son (who experiences hypersensitivity) it’s comparable to asking him to walk on glass.

I think you’re crazy……but I bloody love you.

Weaving through the fields together on what transpired to be the longest walk home from our first gathering in eleven weeks, I waffled animatedly about my aspirations until she stops suddenly turns to look at me and then announces ‘ I think your f**cking crazy’ (cue long pause and goofy smile) before she continued with......’but I bloody love you’.

Cloudy with a chance of a storm.

In our story this particular 'Jobsworth' actually raised a very interesting debate at our expense, subsequently placing our entire adoption on hold and causing what one can only describe as a 'professional shit storm'.