As I write this, the weather is cooler, the leaves are turning wonderful colours of orange, yellow and brown and with it the stickiness of summer that befell Melbourne this year has gone. I have already had the fire on in the formal lounge, feeling its heat warm up my cheeks, and my toes. It…
Author: Sarah
Oh my word, where are you?
I have been trying to write a post for months. Where once I had so much to say – some would argue too much – now, words no longer come. They stumble, get stuck in my throat, or in the case of writing a post, my fingers. I miss being able to write. I miss…
Masking is life
This morning, this study landed in my inbox. Masking is Life: Experiences of Masking in Autistic and Nonautistic Adults I don’t know how we learn this, but from a very early age, we are taught that what we choose to do as a career as adults forever defines who we are as people. People who…
Ramblings
I’m on the sofa. Completely shattered after what feels like one tsunami of life events after another. Looking from the outside people see a beautiful home, good income, what on earth does she have to worry about, or be miserable about. I feel very judged. And guilty. I know I have so much. I castigate…
Life, and animal sanctuaries
I wake up to the light of the day peaking in behind the blinds. My sheets, needing a change, are all crumpled up beneath me. I reach over for my phone, 9.08am. Dave pops his head in. “Are you keen to go to Healesville?” I smile, and nod. Truth be told I would probably opt…
ME/CFS and Me
I had a bit of a to-do with my doctor last week. She is such a lovely woman, and has been an amazing champion of me, but I am desperate for me not to be ill for the rest of my life, so when she refused to look at a possibility I came up with…
A journey to weight loss surgery, or not
Backwards. Forwards. Backwards. Forwards. Backwards. Forwards. Do I. Don’t I. Do I. Don’t I. The pendulum of thoughts leave tired, worn tracks across my mind. I am so tired. I’m a big woman. I never wanted to admit that. In a world that idolises the skinny, I never wanted to face my reality. I can…
Ranty humanitarian advocate – that’s me!
Over the past, oh I don’t know, decade maybe, I have become really ranty. Friends, family and those of you who have followed me for some time in my other blogs will know this. I can’t quite decide if this is cultural, or perhaps an age thing, or perhaps a social media thing. Probably the…
My journey to chronic illness
In November 2019, I travelled to South Africa to see my family. Mentally, I wasn’t in the best place and as it can be for family gatherings, it had its challenging moments. I returned tired and mentally depleted. This is my truth. December 2019 was a whirlwind month preparing for the family to come around…
Letters to Little Sarah – 17.08.2021
Before you read this first entry in Letters to Little Sarah, I wanted to give some context of how this came about. In May 2020, I was diagnosed with Autism. I was 52. A diagnosis of ADHD followed a year later. Whilst I thought discovering I was neurodivergent would immediately make me feel better, it…