My journey to neurodivergent joy and musings of an advocate

You took my voice and silenced me You took my childhood and ask me to stay silent You robbed me and forced me to hide my voice You stole my heart and made me lie You gave me nothing and watched on You were always there and expecting me to say nothing I cl…

Forty one years ago, my life changed forever.

Over the past few weeks I’ve been preparing to give a talk about my experiences with the mental health system.

I’ve been thinking about this for a long while.

What can I say about this year.

One of the biggest challenges facing late diagnosed neurodivergent individuals, is trauma.

Eight years ago yesterday, I entered Romford police station.

The last few weeks, have been a whirlwind.

One of the most difficult things to live with is being extra vulnerable.

Yesterday I had the privilege, to share my story.