This is me.

I'm autistic, a survivor of many things, a blogger, pioneer, disabled, with a career in farming and gardening behind me, keenly interested in the world and helping people. I have a sense of humour and endless hope. I grew up in such abnormal circumstances that I was very vulnerable and an easy target for abusers as an adult, and it's still taking me a long time to learn to relate to the world. I will never be 'normal' but who is? Contact me if you are because I want to meet a normal person, I am unique, so are you. In the meantime, I want to offer hope to others.

Friday, 25 July 2025

Letters of Complaint

 Formal Complaint to God: RE: The Matter of Shelter

Dear God,


 I’m not asking for a mansion. Not even for comfort.
I’m asking for safety, for quiet, for continuity.

For a roof that doesn’t feel borrowed.
For walls that keep people out — the wrong people.
For a space where I can breathe, write, eat, and sleep
without being hunted, stared at, or punished for existing.

You know how long it’s been.
You know how hard I’ve fought.
So why, after all that,
am I still at the mercy of landlords and madmen?

I don’t want a miracle.
I want a key.
To something I won’t lose.
To something I don’t have to beg to keep.

Sincerely,


Someone who still tries to believe you listen.

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