The Psychic Donut: Why I Always Know and Why It’s Not Magic
Let me say something that sounds completely batshit crazy. I can walk into a room and know within seconds who is lying, who is dangerous, who doesn’t belong, and who […]
Let me say something that sounds completely batshit crazy. I can walk into a room and know within seconds who is lying, who is dangerous, who doesn’t belong, and who […]
I used to call them sleepers. Not to their faces, even I know when to keep my mouth shut. But in my head, long before the Matrix made the metaphor […]
If you read my earlier post about Venlafaxine (Effexor), you’ll know that it genuinely changed my life. The panic attacks stopped. The anxiety went away. My old, happy self came […]
I read something this week that made me cry. Not the polite, dignified kind of crying. The kind that catches you off guard at 10am on a Friday, sitting […]
In my last post I wrote about the difference between autism rituals, compulsion and OCD. But there is one more label that tends to follow people like me around, […]
Let me tell you about my bookshelf. The books are organised by height, tallest on the left, shortest on the right. They have been organised this way for as […]
Every morning, Nana Mouskouri arrives the moment I open the blinds. “Guten Morgen Sonnenschein” firing up in my brain like an alarm clock nobody asked for, and stays for however […]
Recently I had a conversation that lasted an hour and a half and felt like five minutes with another fraud fighter. We met briefly at a professional event about […]
I was called “Judas” when I was five years old. My mother called me Judas. We were leaving the house and ran into a friendly neighbor who asked where we […]
As I write this, I am humming “The Funk Soul Brother” by Fatboy Slim. I have been humming it for five days. I did not choose this. I was not […]