Being part of the neurodivergent DJing community matters. It’s a community of support, encouragement and reality checks. It’s a community that gets me. It’s my community. And I’m so proud to be part of that community as Harold Heath hosts his acclaimed Brighton Music Conference ND DJing Panel again this year. Expect no filter honesty, a special interest check in, access rider tips and humour … Continue reading Neurodiversity and DJing at BMC2025
I could say I was here to tell you my Outfit Of The Day origin story. But that would make me sound like a right banker. And I’m not a banker. If I were my fight for autistic-appropriate NHS therapeutic support would have been won years ago – with an obliging bank card and a private health insurance provider. No, I’m no banker. Instead, I’m … Continue reading Outfit of the Day origin story anyone?
Yesterday marked 1000 days of this soul being alcohol and “full fat” free. Not the brunch sort (although Fat Tony’s sober journey is forever a road to follow ) but the Albanian-is-just-one-call-away sort. The booze forever leading to the Deliveroo we don’t talk about, the corner date we spent all week promising ourselves we’d not make. Yep, 1000 days booze and do-dah free. TBH I’m … Continue reading 1000 days
This here. This right here is autistic joy. Autistic DJ joy. The kind that bubbles up and dances like no one is watching.
DJing is my special interest. Disco my self-soother. First Choice’s Let No Man Put Asunder my lifetime obsession Continue reading This is autistic joy
Apparently, Queenie and I were made for TikTok. The random nonsense we spill out onto our socials and 1BTN airwaves just the ticket. But what kind of ticket? We tried the whore out the dog, we attempted the dances, we raised the political and we shared the historical. But the thing that’s swung us the endless K’s? The stuff of TikTok Wildblood and Queenie dreams? The freebies we didn’t know we needed? The mentions in the coffee shop? Outfit of the day. Outfit of the bloody day. Us in an outfit. Every day. Two aging queer dears who really should know better giving the world a twirl. Once a day. Like social(s) work. Continue reading ADHD, Autism and me: TikTok’s OOTD
There are the stereotypes and the traits any neurodivergent DJ will have to deal with – the collecting, the obsession, the hyperfocus, the isolation, each rubbing alongside the sensory overload, rejection sensitivity dysphoria and the social anxiety that accompanies our days and nights. But somehow if you can get past that, these hard-wired differences do work, crafting a career in an industry seemingly atypical but increasingly filled with the neurodivergent. Continue reading BMC24: DJs and Neurodivergence Panel
I’d gone 8 days without a meltdown. 8 days. 8 days of meetings and zooms, of arrangements and chats, eye contact and conversations, dinner parties and hosting, digging and dancing, eating proper and sleeping well, planning and working, attempting to engage the hyperfocus, being the person I needed to be. But there I was yesterday afternoon, head hitting and swearing, raging and shaking, losing it because an app lost my bearings as my AuADHD mind temporarily lost mine. There was no warning, to play book rumble, no signpost in that particular Maccy D car park at that particular time of what was to come. Just the blow-up. Continue reading ADHD, Autism and me: Meltdown milkshake anyone?
Last week was Neurodiversity Celebration Week. But due to the lack of a deadline, a plan, my ability to priotise and deliver I missed it. Again. Missed the week to celebrate the lives of us ND folk. Missed the week to write inspiring posts and celebrate our differences. Missed the annual Instagram vs Reality week where we focus on the joy and relegate the reality. Ignore the exhaustion, bluff away the burnout, deny the overload. Continue reading ADHD, autism and me: Neurodiversity Celebration Week
Without the blurred lines, I see it now. I choose my parties, my crowds, my community. I fit because I want to. I dance because I love to. I’m random because I am. I say the wrong things sometimes because we all do. I fly because I want to. Continue reading ADHD, autism and me: sober life
First, it was the lights. Then the extractor fan, then the builders. Then the lights. Oh, the lights. My brain bickers as the lights flicker. Flicker, flicker, flicker. Waiting, waiting, waiting. 2, 4, 7, 12, 20 minutes late. The time passing by, ticking as loud in my head as the fan in the ceiling. Overloaded and over here as I wait my turn. Wait, wait, … Continue reading ADHD, Autism and me: waiting
Wildblood and Queenie 