As an undiagnosed neurodivergent kid, I really struggled in school. The kid who loved reading and obsessed over writing stories and attempting to harness my intense imagination was soon crushed by the machine of secondary school. I missed two years of secondary school due to refusing to attend (sensory overloaded and emotional overwhelm) and never fitting in caused massive detrimental effects on my education- my … Continue reading SEND Matters
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?
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
Like many late-diagnosed autistic souls (with big 80s hair) I always kindly kid myself that at least things are better now. I wouldn’t be failed by the education system, missing the first two years of my secondary school because of my autistic sensory overload now. I wouldn’t have struggled to try to fit into an education system that simply wasn’t for this ND me. But … Continue reading ADHD, autism and me: Not a school skiver
“Is it better like this?” “Or Like this?” “Is it better green?” ” “Or is it it better red?” For a brain wired atypically that has always been the never answerable question. The optician a place filled with angst as my neurodivergent head struggled to find the right answer. The one without consequence. the one pre-approved by my skint single parent. #NowIKnow I’m autistic and … Continue reading ADHD, Autism and me: John Lennon’s glasses
Wildblood and Queenie 