Your processes and procedures Your solutions Exposed Scrutinised Observed Tested In your interrogations Your harsh light I wilt My soft places and shadows Exposed Vulnerable I want to withdraw To hide In shadows I can speak My voice soars Movement flows Wild flowers grow In my soft places Humming …… Continue reading your land, my land
I don’t exist in your reframing or in your mindset or achievements, in your motivational drivers or your ideas of resilience, in your affiliations and security, in your slick presentations and easy people pleasing categories. I don’t exist in your self congratulatory lists of tick boxes or brain tips or problem…… Continue reading Performance tools for austerity, restructure and resilience
This was written for iSpeak’s Facebook site in July this year — it’s now October — SM Awareness Month and thought it might be a good idea to publish a short version here too. “I would love for SM events (or any event) to be more inclusive of those who might find it difficult…… Continue reading In selective mutism (SM) awareness month… What about SMers?
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The title for this blog post is a quote which comes from an article published by Shape Arts called How to Get an Exhibition. It’s an article “adapted to suit disabled artists and sit alongside Shape’s own resources…” I’ll quote a fuller excerpt, “The art world is Social and…
Meltdowns can build up over time or happen seemingly out of nowhere. This is one I was aware of — building up, due to overload that I struggled to communicate, over many months. Since originally posting, recent conversations with autistic friends, not directly about meltdowns, have enabled me to find more words and rewrite this…… Continue reading Restructuring
The girl stood on the edge of the playing field, alone. Always on the edge. Always alone. Always watching, even when it looked as if she wasn’t. Someone might come up behind her, might speak to her, expecting a reply, and she would feel compelled to utter some kind of sound, to express herself, to…… Continue reading The Playing Field
‘Misconstrued’ My words are glass and mirrors in your presence. Might they fall in love — with not speaking? Hiding words away in desks under chairs behind doors in classrooms until they are broken? Raw words Leak Spill Drip, bloody through cupped hands. And boundaries? Mine are air and mist Unconsidered You assume And…… Continue reading mute — from Dutch smelten to melt, make fluid