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Me today!  Hi folks! Thanks for clicking on this post. It's pretty late at night as I begin writing this, but I do like to occasionally burn the midnight oil, as they say. And on this fine night I wanted to write a little something about Irlen syndrome, how it has affected me and how the lenses used to treat this particular syndrome have changed my life. If you're interested in this seemingly unusual syndrome (it's actually not that uncommon), read on.  Firstly, it may be just coming to your attention, or perhaps you'd already guessed, but I am autistic . I was diagnosed with high functioning autism aged fifteen, and although Irlen syndrome and autism are far from synonymous, I came across the existence of said syndrome through researching about autism and the sensory issues often attributed to it.  The day I received my very first pair of Irlen lenses! I was overjoyed! I began researching what I now recognise are episodes of dissociation, not alw

Chameleon-esque, that's me! Ever-changing, ever-transforming. It's a Hell of a lot of fun, but believe me, and some of you guys will know. it's exhausting. Some stasis would be nice, occasionally.  It's another Sunday and my mind is riddled with thoughts on how to better my appearance, my productivity, my life in general. The grass is always greener and that is somewhat difficult to come to accept. Some would ask: why not be happy with what you are, what you have. To those foolish naysayers I declare: it's great to be a chameleon - you're a different person everyday!  By being a different person every day, I don't mean I vastly change my aspirations or personality. Those tend to stay steadfast, or at least relatively so. I mean that I use my exterior to experiment with who I am and who I want to be. My boyfriend's mum lately called me a clothes-horse, which I thought was lovely (thank you, Jane!), because I can (apparently) pull off lot

I've talked a lot on this platform about the importance of self-acceptance, care and love, but what about when the time does come to make some changes, to reinvent, if you will? I believe I've come to one of those times. I've outgrown my old style and it's time for a change! I have a few tips/ideas on how to go about such a change. Read on if you'd like! Fight the Fear It can be really disconcerting to change things up. People expect a certain standard (of oddity, of style, of whatever) and when suddenly such things are delivered in a different way, it can cause a reaction from the people in your life or even a feeling that you're not living up to how other people view you. But just remember, it's your style, it's your message to the world and if you want to switch things up: the world's your lobster!  The first different outfit will be the hardest. For me, I'm trying to tone things down a bit, wear more interesting shapes and fe

Warning: I bloody love this jumper and you will see it a lot!  Let's admit it: social media is not always the best thing, eh? We compare ourselves to others, belittle ourselves and sometimes, or at times, rely on the validation it gives us through likes, comments, etc. But social media doesn't have to be 'evil' (or just the opposite of beneficial) because it simply is a tool that we can use to express ourselves in any which way we like. For the topic of this post, I want to explore how it can help us document the ever-quickly-running-away-from-us thing that is life. My legs,,, I started Instagram in 2012. It began as an online diary, or at least it became one pretty quickly after the deeply-confusing-starting-period. I used it to record how I was feeling, what I'd been doing, my mental health. It remained as this kind of journal-app for me for a long time. It was cool to look back on my past self, and in hindsight I can see that I was a very crea

Good afternoon folks! I wanted to write something a little less structured, a little less serious, today (and therefore procrastinate from my MA work (it's just not going in anymore, okay?)). I want to just spread a little love for Sundays and talk about what's going on in my life at the moment. And share some outfits of late that you might find interesting (or totally dull and deja-vu-esque if you follow me on FB). Anyway, let's have a ramble. So, basically, I talk a lot about mental health on this blog and recently I've come to a bit of dead-end in that respect because I'm actually doing okay. Far from perfect, but actually okay. There are days where the anxiety (or Conrad, as I like to call him) is present but I'm trying (and succeeding) in not letting him stop me doing exactly what I want. It's difficult to talk about being ill when you're gently walking through the realm of wellness. The same content for my instagram has dried up also. Ho