It’s early Friday evening and London’s bathed in gentle sunshine and I’ve just had some spontaneous interactions with girls which were simultaneously blissfully mundane and soul-enrichingly exceptional.

Claire and I went to meet Bean and Fat Sister in the park after nursery.…

I’ve just had the best bath!!!!

No exaggeration – I’ve haven’t had a better bath in my whole life!

Better even than the shared baths my oldest friend and I used to engineer by rolling in mud at each other’s houses, better than the luxurious ones scented by bath bombs.…

Yesterday I wrote about feeling sad and frustrated with myself after a tense day at work. Mostly I feel positive about my body and brain but unusually, yesterday, I felt less good about being neurodiverse.

As well as writing about how I felt I also tried to draw a map of my thoughts and feelings.…

It’s Friday evening and I’m exhausted and sad. Ines, my support worker, is changing my sheets in the other room, Gogglebox is on in the background, and I’m fighting back tears, and have been all afternoon and evening.

As a warning to you, I’m not feeling very proud of, or positive about my neurodiversity at the moment, and I’m feeling annoyed and worn out by my own behaviour.…

Last year I wrote about an approach to help manage challenging situations that I’d been introduced to – it had as its acronym: STOP. I created a drawing to go with it to help me and my support team remember it.…

It’s almost the end of the Easter holidays and I’m back at work after some much-needed time off. But it’s not just regular holidays that are important to my wellbeing: short breaks every day have always been crucial to helping me study, work and stay focussed.…

Leftwing Idiot, among other things, is a self-confessed Sneaker Head. As he often reminds me, he’s been that way since secondary school when having the wrong pair of trainers was a risky business. Apart from the occasional wild goose chase across town for an exclusive release (and a controversial amount of storage space in the castle) this obsession has had very little negative impact on me.…

While I was working on a post last night a stream of tics burst into life, so I decided to record them on my phone in case they were interesting. Here’s what emerged:

“I wish I was a duck-face, I wish I was a mule, I wish I was a Haribo bag of undecided yule.…

We’re a year into a global pandemic and it’s disrupted most people’s lives significantly. It’s been a period of sustained uncertainty, with the way our society works repeatedly and abruptly changing.

While this will have been tricky for most people there are some specific new challenges for people with tics, as guest blogger Serena touched on at the end of last year.…