Category: I Actually Mean This
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My Little Genius
Tabitha is in year 11 and thanks to the years of delays in obtaining therapy her coping strategies are completely inadequate to the new level of tension. The cracks started to show at the end of last year; studying the Holocaust upset her so much it effected all her subjects. I wanted her to…
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A Mouse In Our House
Saturday night the cry went out. “There’s a mouse in my shoes!” yelled Cat. Lisa; the mighty mouse hunter leapt to her feet. Gavin looked confused. Finally I was in my element. I can catch mice. No I am not a cat, I am a fat old lady who waddles about and spends most of…
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What’s Happening? Warning depressing content.
I have 45 years of depression and anxiety cycles behind me. I know how they work. I know so well that the knowledge has for years blunted the deeper end of depression. I go down, triggered by a mixture of sensory hazards; summer heat & brightness for example, memory; an event that has caused problems…
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My Life – A Job Application
I was asked to write a biography to go with an application for a volunteer position. I thought it might interest people crazy enough to read my other rubbish. I love you, my crazy followers! Lisa Holt I was born in a tiny town in Gippsland Victoria, because my parents lived in an even smaller…
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Warning, Disclaimer, Whatever
I write a lot of silly things. Cool, I’m not apologizing for that. But; and it’s a big but (he he I said ‘big butt’, I am autistic. And not one of these brilliantly successful, holding down a job, passing for normal autistics. I am an old, diagnosed late, clinically depressed, high anxiety autistic. I…
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Christmas & Clamshells – A Cutting Combination
You’ve heard it before and until someone legislates you will hear it again. I hate modern packaging. I read an article a while back that people are actually being injured, even hospitalised opening packaging. Plastic as sharp as knives needing to be cut opened at an angle that forces the opener to leave their veins…
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Christmas Spirits?
A few days before Christmas I was wrapping presents late at night. The children were all asleep and behind a closed door, my husband had stepped into the front room. I saw a grey shadow unmoving in front of the closed door. I knew it was a man although I cannot describe any features. I…
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Email Warning
I just received two traffic infringement notices by email. Sounds fishy right? Did I check it out just to be sure? I was really tempted to because as an autistic person I was concerned that I had done something wrong. Reasons I did not: “Null” as my address Zip code; in Aust. we call it…


