For as long as I can remember, I’ve tried to mimic other people’s dress sense in the hope it would help me blend in. There was the skinny jeans era during my teenage emo phase, and the questionable double-denim look inspired by B*Witched’s ‘C’est la Vie’ back in 1998. (Newsflash: I hate how denim feels […]

Out of all the vulnerable things I’ve shared on this blog (and there’ve been many), this one might just top the list: I hate apologising. And not in the “I’m always right, so why should I?” kind of way. It’s more that saying sorry feels like a massive emotional hurdle. Like it physically hurts. Of

When we think about body dysmorphia, the focus tends to be on weight, and it’s often associated with eating disorders like anorexia or bulimia. But the reality is that body dysmorphia can centre on any part of the body. And even without the presence of an eating disorder, it can be utterly debilitating. While anyone

No one likes feeling rejected, criticised, or like they’re a failure… that’s just part of being human. But for people with autism and ADHD, who experience emotional dysregulation on a daily basis, these feelings aren’t just uncomfortable, they physically sting. That’s rejection sensitive dysphoria (RSD) in a nutshell: an extreme response to perceived criticism that

Stepping outside of my comfort zone is something I’ve always hated. If something feels unfamiliar or unpredictable, my fight-or-flight response kicks in, and everything immediately feels too much. As someone with both autism and ADHD, my nervous system is constantly on edge. I’m always scanning for threats, even when there aren’t any. It’s actually the

Have you ever been so hyperfixated on a hobby that you couldn’t think about (or do) anything else for weeks on end? I’ve totally been there. When I first played Skyrim around 10 years ago, I was having gaming sessions that lasted anywhere from 12 to 18 hours. I’d go to bed at 2 am

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not always the easiest person to be friends with. I’ve touched on this before, but I wanted to dig a bit deeper and explore it properly, because I think it’s important for people to understand why maintaining friendships as an autistic person is just so bloody hard.

You know what I don’t think gets talked about enough? Justice sensitivity in neurodivergent people. If you know me, you’ll know I’ve always had a strong sense of what’s right and wrong. And while caring about the world’s injustices can be a good thing, it gets a bit more complicated when you feel those injustices

We all think we know how to empathise with people, but I’m going to let you in on a little secret: empathy isn’t about trying to relate by jumping in with your own story that feels vaguely similar. Trust me, I used to think that too. But honestly? It can come across like you’re making

When I quit my full-time role in marketing seven months ago for the sake of my mental health, I had no idea what the future held. Of course, the plan was to become self-employed since I was earning enough money on the side to justify the leap. But just days after handing in my notice,

I’m writing this article just days after an appointment with my GP to discuss trialling ADHD medication. Upon receiving my ADHD diagnosis last month, I was filled with hope—not only could I continue understanding my brain a little better, but I could also get the support I needed to live comfortably. But, much like when

Last year was all about stepping out of my comfort zone and trying new things. When I quit full-time employment in August, I was determined to keep myself busy with numerous creative endeavours. One of those things, as you may or may not know, ended up being podcasting—more specifically, co-hosting a Disney podcast. My good

As many of you know, I released my debut novel, Your World Shall Be Mine, last year. But what a lot of people don’t realise—because I’ve kept this part relatively quiet—is that I was forced to self-publish after falling victim to a publishing scam. Like many first-time novelists, I was naïve. I dreamed of securing

As you’ll be well aware by now, last September, I was diagnosed as autistic. This didn’t come as a shock—I’d spent the past few years trying to understand my brain better and recognising what made it different. But what did surprise me was being asked during my autism assessment whether I was also on a

I recently returned from my dream holiday to Seoul, South Korea. I practically worked two jobs for a chunk of last year just so I could afford to go. But despite it being the trip of a lifetime, the whole experience was far more overwhelming than I expected. This is common for me when it

I’m writing this post just hours before I leave for the airport for my dream trip to South Korea. But despite the fact that I should be on a plane soon, I still can’t let myself feel excited. The truth is, even though I’ve triple-checked my flight booking and confirmed that everything is running on

When I was a teenager, I could often be found at one of the many London music venues seeing my favourite emo bands live. I’d queue outside from 10 in the morning, take the game Twister to play with random concertgoers while I waited all day for doors to open, and usually find someone over

I’ve been making an attempt to drink less alcohol this year. Not only have I previously used alcohol to appear more outgoing in social situations, but I also get the worst hangovers—migraines, nausea, the lot. I need a full day to recover after consuming alcohol, and I can’t eat or get out of bed most

Siri, play Insomnia by Faithless. It’s only fitting that I’m writing this article at 3:30 in the morning. On a night I decided not to take a sleeping pill or melatonin supplement, I got a mere two and a half hours or so before waking up to the sound of one of my cats, Eddie,

For years, I believed my love for reading was gone for good—until a spontaneous decision to join a book club brought it back to life. As a child, I LOVED reading—from Goosebumps books to anything by Jacqueline Wilson, I could often be found with my head in a book. My sister taught me to read

If you met me now, one of the first things you’d probably learn about me is that I love Taylor Swift. Upon entering my home, you’d find framed posters and magazines decorating the walls, snow globes sitting proudly on the fireplace, and a stack of friendship bracelets gifted to me by fellow Swifties. Anyone would

I want to start this post by saying that this article is not intended to be a smear campaign against my former employer—it is merely a retelling of the events that took place during my time at the company, as I remember them, and how these experiences made me feel. I feel this experience needs

Picture this—it’s December 2019, and I’ve just been hurt by a boy (again). I’ve no work over the Christmas period, so my days are spent drinking wine in my room, crying and calling men trash on Call of Duty (they’re not happy). After too long feeling sorry for myself, I decided to give Dry January

I have a confession to make: 2024 was a really tough year for me. At the beginning of the year, I left a job that gave me anxiety, only to enter another role where I faced discrimination for my disability (more about that in a future blog, because I think it’s a really important subject