I've been something of a performer all my life. At primary school, it was drama. I never got to be the heroine or the pretty princess, but that didn't bother me (mostly). Gleeful, gorgeous, grotesque riches were bestowed upon me in the form of 'character' parts: witches, ghosts, and anyone requiring an accent. I got … Continue reading Performance
I have a problem. I've had it most of my life. I'm scared of asking people for stuff. I've written before about my love of Dr Martens boots. What I've never mentioned before is how long it took me to actually work myself up to asking my parents for my first pair. Everyone at school … Continue reading I hate asking people for stuff.
As I wrote in another post a while back, sometimes it hits me. And this morning it really, really hit me. And I did something I've never done before. Since my official diagnosis, exactly two months ago today, I've been – as usual – in numerous situations at work where I've been required to 'network'. … Continue reading A line has been crossed.