14 December 2023

Reflections




There nowt as queer as folk - ain’t that the truth!


The human race are a strange complex and infuriating species. We can’t help but shit in our own backyard, polluting the planet, raging war and being generally shit towards each other - yet among the shittiness there are pockets of light and hope for humanity with people standing up for the oppressed and against those who are corrupt. Right now I’m not quite sure which side will reign victorious but I’m rooting for the good guys and hoping for miracles!


I ration how much news I watch each day as it can become too overwhelmingly sad otherwise, as the tragedy of life seem to be document more heavily than news with levity and integrity.


I despair with our political environment and wish we had more palatable alternatives - at this moment in time I have no clue how to vote at the next general election. I loathe the Tories, but currently our labour alternative aren’t in reality a real alternative but just Tories in disguise.


Marking the 14th anniversary of mums passing has brought the value of life and mortality to the forefront of my mind. None of us are immune to loss,  it’s the nature if life, the eternal cycle of birth, life, and death. However none of us anticipate we will have to face war, famine, flood, terrorism or natural disasters on top of that.  So many have faced so much loss and it’s heartbreaking. Seeing the devastation and bewilderment of innocent civilians caught up in war and disasters makes me feel guilt for being safe, warm and fed. For this I count myself fortunate but feel deeply for those who weren’t. 


None of us choose to exist where we do, it’s a lottery of life. I welcome those who wish to come to our country to flee from war or persecution and seek a safer better life. I am vehemently against the government’s Rwanda scheme and think of how much better the money they have been used - on the NHS, housing, transport etc.


Life feels more precious, with the passing years. With each day appreciated and valued in ways I would not have been able to comprehend in my youth.


Ideals held in years past seem frivolous and superficial - now I find myself appreciating the small joys in life, the little wins.


Looks, size, weight and what others think of me no longer rate highly in my mind. Instead its quality of life, holding onto and appreciating special relationships and thanking my body for functioning at any level is a bonus. 


I remind myself to take what I can when I can, to live in the moment, to try not to over analyse everything, to ask for help when I need it, to appreciate the small things, to not feel guilty when I need to take time out to rest and manage my energy. To acknowledge my privilege and to not take it for granted.


We are a strange, peculiar, wonderful, self destructive yet contradictory race with a huge capacity for love as well as destruction.


I admire and support Feargal Sharkey (@feargal_sharkey on x, formerly twitter) fighting against our waterways pollution, Susie Dent (@susie_dent) for always making me chuckle with her words of the day that somehow link topically with the news, Carol Vorderman (@carolvorders) for taking on the Tories and many others who can vocalise my thoughts so eloquently that I don’t have to and just share instead! 


I’m grateful for my life, despite the lows, the struggles, the grief and despair - I am rich in love, family, connections, and plans for a positive future. 


Nothing’s certain, anything can and will happen, so seize the day in whatever way you can, look out for each other, look for the positives, don’t ignore but acknowledge and address the negatives. 


Don’t judge those around you because no one shows the outside world the truth of what they are dealing with or feeling, let’s face it - do you? I know I don’t! 


Do whatever you feel you have to do for you. Don’t live life to please others - that’s a road to nowhere! 


I try to live my life unapologetically, embracing who I am and acknowledging myself warts and all. It’s so much less stressful than the way my younger self lived. Perhaps it’s because I’m far more aware of my mortality- something that never crossed my mind in my youth.


So you go be you and just be the you you want to be. 


x~X~x

Menopause

 

Don’t you just love the gift that  is menopause, said no woman ever!


When I was younger and started menstruating my periods were bothersome, painful & heavy - I would bleed through regularly and pain killers weren’t particularly effective. So after a trip to my doctor, despite my young age, I was put on the pill. it was amazing! No more heavy & painful periods.


Moving on 10+ years, at the age of 26 I made the decision to stop taking the pill as I was ready to have children. Fearing the return of the horrendous monthlies I was pleasantly surprised to find my body had decide to give me a regular 27 day cycle with a short not too heavy period! 


Then at the age of 36, my family complete, I visited the hospital for a weeks stay in order to have a double prolapse repair - after having a long stint of electric pulse pelvic floor therapy and physio to no avail for incontinence, a physical examination resulted in a double prolapse discovery - thanks Hypermobile EDS!



Whilst recovering from my surgery my Consultant confirmed that I was perimenopausal. I was suprised but assumed that it was because I was young when I started menstruating. 


Roll on 18 years and here I am almost through menopause - just 29 days to go before I can officially state I’m post-menopausal!


One of my daughters mused that perhaps being on the pill for so many years may be the reason why I had such a protracted journey. Perhaps my body was ready to go through the change but I still had eggs to dispose of? So I googled the pill I was on (long since withdrawn due to side effects), and sure enough it prevented egg release. There is very little research evidence available that I can find to support this assumption and researchers disagree on whether it’s eggs or hormones that trigger menopause. 


Is it possible that it’s the reason I have had such a drawn out menopause journey? I have no idea, but I’m so glad I’m practically over the finish line! 


My friend google also tells me that..


Perimenopause begins in a woman's late 30s to early 40s and can last 3-15 years.


Why didn’t any doctor tell me this? Somehow that information would have been helpful, in fact any information, advice & support would have been amazing. Instead when I ask for help with symptom relief & possible HRT I was told I couldn’t have anything due to my CKD. So left to manage it alone, the best I can.


I have hot flushes almost 24/7 and have a fan by me at all times, I’m constantly running hot, which is a bonus during the cold weather but not great in summer when I have to lurk in the shadows, searching for shade and the cool breeze of my fans!


I also recently learned that driving anxiety & inability to drive at night is also a recorded menopause symptom, which I have and now I feel validated in that knowledge - knowing it’s not just me being rubbish.


Also, so many of the other symptoms are the same as my chronic health conditions & so I assume it’s exacerbated them as I can tick practically all the symptom boxes.


Talking about symptoms, I read up on them and I was realistic that when I hit that date of official post menopause commencement that they won’t miraculously go away. Instead it discover it may be months to possibly 8 years before they taper off! I feel I’ve dove my time so please universe - make it just a few months!


x~X~x

14 October 2021

It's Never Too Late!

Finally, at the age of 52, I pursued exploring why I am different and why I am the way I am. My GP surgery is exceptional and nothing but supportive of me, as I have several chronic illnesses which I need support for intermittently. I see different doctors within the practice, and one had previously agreed that I presented as autistic and placed me on the waiting list for assessment. However, the waiting list is so LONG right now partially due to the virus creating backlog but mostly due to the sheer numbers of people needing assessment within the limited NHS accessibility for adult assessment. I was told the average wait would be 3 years. 

Obviously, after so long I was desperate to just get on with the process and the idea of waiting 3 years was awful because I had finally decided to go ahead with the process and wanted it to happen NOW. I discussed this with my husband, and we were able to scrape together enough money to go privately for assessment. The forms were filled and returned later followed by the in-depth assessment via video consultation. I loathe video calls and don't skype or zoom and my husband, who was with me during my assessment said he wanted to pull me into view as only half my face was on camera for most of the appointment as I just wanted to hide whilst I spoke. Also, I found the whole process immensely overwhelming and cried during the assessment. This was because all aspects of my life were under the microscope, including parts which I found extremely difficult to discuss. Having completed trauma therapy, I thought I had a handle on my past, but obviously I had simply deluded myself on this score as the assessment clearly highlighted. It was clear that I had many autistic traits but also many traits born from trauma and the challenge was to define which were which - was I autistic, was my behaviour created through trauma or did I have both? A follow up appointment was made once the assessment was over to discuss my diagnosis as the assessor wanted to go away and marry together my questionnaires along with the information from our video assessment.

The following week felt like an eternity, I desperately wanted to know what my diagnosis was and get some kind of validation for why I am the way I am.

The follow-up call came and with sick anxiety I answered - my diagnosis is that I am most definitely autistic. I was then told that it is most likely that I delayed pushing for assessment due to gas lighting myself due to also have a second diagnosis of C-PTSD, which shaped my personality from a young age along with heavily masking and copying appropriate behaviours. My assessor asked if I would like any further help or support from them, it would have been wonderful, but our coffers were empty and we had to say thank you but no thank you. A letter is being written now detailing my diagnoses for me to keep and share with my health care providers should I choose to do so. I am going to be taking a copy to my GP because they have been very supportive of me and may be then able to refer me for further help via the NHS when I feel ready to accept it. 

Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) is harder to diagnose in women than men, it seems that the system is geared up more towards diagnosing males, especially in younger years, many girls and young women slip through the cracks. This could be why so many women tend to be diagnosed with autism later in life - plus we tend to be master maskers! I suppose young males tend to be more easily identified by their behaviours when younger whilst girls tend to be able to copy behaviours and mask effectively enough to go undiagnosed. 

Typically, females with autism will know that they are different but not necessarily understand why. Perhaps they are more involved in their interests than others or their interests are more specific and less mainstream. Often, as in my case, you tend to have a small social circle, perhaps only a couple of friends, not a social butterfly. I am only secure within my small, safe circle and need plenty of alone time to decompress. I also have some specific interests which I like to spend time focusing on, which is also a typical female trait. I have never followed fashion, always followed what feels comfortable and safe for me and doesn't make me stand out from the crowd, apart from my huge love in my teens for my red canvas jeans - which I lived in until they fell apart. -Blending in for me is very important, but so is individuality - which sounds like opposing views, but I try to be invisible whilst also enjoying different hair colours, piercings and tattoos. I don't wear make-up or lots of jewellery, I wear dark, mostly black clothing and pretty much always jeans, legging, jumpers and hoodies. I don't enjoy wearing dresses or skirts and only wear them for very special and specific occasions. The floaty feeling of wearing them makes me feel insecure - I feel safe in trousers. 

Textures are often an issue and that is true for me - if it doesn't feel right against my skin, no matter how lovely, I won't wear it. The same is with food too - some textures feel weird and wrong in my mouth making me retch - doesn't matter if it tastes good, if the texture is wrong then I can't eat it. 

I am gullible, easy to manipulate and so, especially in the past, I have been taken advantage of. My family are incredibly protective, and we are a tight unit who look out for and protect each other - so this happens far less so now. Apparently, this is a common female autistic trait. 

One major factor that links many autistic women is our ability to mask incredibly convincingly. This is what often delays diagnosis for many years. We mimic how others behave and strive to keep our anxiety and emotions contained until we are alone. My tactic was to hide, in the loo or rooms away from the main gathering to have some time out - not always possible but I prefer to be on the outside looking in rather in the thick of it all, noting exits on arrival and having contingency plans for an early or swift exit.

Women can also appear to have different predominant characteristics or personality traits in different groups, this is because we tend to mimic and copy the characteristics and behaviours of those around us to fit in.

Masking to fit in comes at a cost and causes huge amount of emotional bottling up, stress and anxiety that needs to find a release at some point, somehow. Everyone decompresses differently. Some have emotional or angry meltdowns - I tend to curl up and cry and go quiet, wanting alone time and plenty of space and rest - lots of rest!

I couldn't through school, work and still now speak in public, or in large groups. Especially at school, I couldn't answer questions in class or read out loud. I would go sick when we had to do assemblies in front of the school, instead I would offer to write up the script on my own and give it to the group then not go to school on the day of assembly. If teachers asked me questions, I would go bright red and want to disappear and not be able to answer or mumble and get into trouble for not participating. 

I have managed to hold down jobs but struggle being in any position of leadership - I prefer to work alone or in a very small group and be allowed to do my work uninterrupted. I left nursing once it got to the stage of doing ward rounds, drug rounds and large volumes of paperwork because it was too overwhelming - instead I preferred to have one to one patient care work. If health allowed, I would be a carer again but not as a nurse just as a care assistant and deal only with patients on a one-to-one basis.

I can give eye contact, but it is often either intermittent, or way too much! My daughters often get frustrated with me as they don't know who I'm talking to as I often speak without looking at anyone. Then, on the other end of the scale, they can get uncomfortable when I speak to them because I give too much intensive eye contact which leads them to ask me to look away and stop staring as it freaks them out. 

The problem with many assessment criteria is that it focuses on the male traits with autism, which just don't fit with women with autism. It seems that now that is changing, but slowly- for my assessment I researched who to go to and found someone who understood how to assess women, especially adult women for autism. I have masking skills which led to being undiagnosed for so long. This means I can make eye contact (although I don't always get the duration of contact right) when talking to others outside of my home. Copying reactions to jokes and small talk and remembering typical phrases used - although I can never remember jokes to relay them in any conversations. General imitation of the group I may be in of non-verbal behaviours such as gestures or smiling etc. 

Knowing why I struggle the way I do and why I find it difficult to make connections with others and why I become overstimulated and overwhelmed helps me to understand myself more. 

What I hadn't expected from my assessment was the Developmental Trauma or CPTSD (Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) diagnosis and I found it exceptionally hard to hear.  

I know my upbringing was not considered normal and there was an awful lot that happened that I don't feel comfortable sharing, but it resulted in trauma that shaped my behaviour from a young age, and this affected my personality and perceptions.
 
CPTSD can lead to issues of anger and depression - for me it was depression which has been my companion since my teens and resulted in a (thankfully failed) suicide attempt when I was 18 years old. It can lead to dissociation, I have very little memory of my younger years, I simply look back and can't remember large portions of my life - it’s as if my mind has wiped it clean or hidden the memories deep beyond my reach. I have a very negative perception of myself which is something that I am working on and trying to readdress and change. It’s a monumental task to try and undo a lifetime of self-loathing but not impossible. Friendships and relationships have been challenging - I have been taken advantage of numerous times and now I tend to shy away from connecting with people and isolate myself, mostly only surrounding myself with family and very, very close friends. 

I still love the person who caused the CPTSD, although they are now deceased. I recently went through trauma therapy, which focused on me forgiving them, so that I can then move forward and release the hate to work on myself. 

One major step was to move away from my old faith, as my upbringing had strong Church of England links and find my peace within Paganism. Exploring witchcraft and other pagan practices has really helped me find some inner peace and a belief system that helps me and resonates with me, rather than a religion which was foisted upon me and didn't sit well with me, but I complied with because it was expected. 

As I have grown older, I have become much more of a loner and more socially isolated, even a little agoraphobic. I don't like crowds and busy places and only go out to places which are familiar and safe.

What happened in my formative years has impacted my behaviours and personality in how I react to situations and on my memory - which is shocking.

Basically CPTSD comes about from childhood trauma, which can take a multitude of forms and not necessarily be visible. It can be physical, sexual, or verbal abuse, manipulation, or neglect, living within a toxic home, absent or disinterested parents or inconsistent parenting, abandonment, dangerous or unpredictable living environment. Not knowing any difference and living within the situation of abuse which a child cannot remove themselves from leads to trauma.

The trauma inflicted upon a child in whichever form can lead developmental trauma and neurological and psychological damage - which is what happened with me, and which led me to gaslighting myself for so many years and avoiding seeking help until recently.

Typical symptoms of CPTSD are usually stated as being.
  • Shame and lack of self-worth - such as feeling ugly, too fat, too thin, stupid, and defective. This leads to negative and toxic inner narratives, and which may lead to suicide attempts (as in my case) but also in recurring self-harm. 
  • Feeling Powerless - for me this leads to me often becoming immensely overwhelmed and struggle with feeling vulnerable in a myriad of situations but unable to speak out for myself. 
  • Depression - I battle with episodes of deep depression, despair, and hopelessness. Thankfully I can recognise now when to enlist help either via talking therapies or medication.
  • Hyper alert with fight or flight engaged - being hypervigilant and feeling a sense of doom and inexplicable fear due to unseen threats, finding it difficult to relax and often results in insomnia (hell yeah! oh for a night’s sleep), irritability and feeling on edge. 
  • Mood Swings - emotional responses that may be deemed inappropriate for the situation. I can become very agitated, snippy, and angry about things that seem out of context. Also, very sad and emotional leading to many tearful outbursts.
  • A sense of not belonging and isolation - this is thought to be due to not having a secure parental bond and leads to developmental issues in connecting to yourself and others, loneliness, and isolation. This can manifest as needing close and intense contact or the opposite of removing oneself and isolating away from contact. 

It's been a tumultuous week of assessment and diagnosis, but I feel validated, that I wasn't wrong in my belief that there was something underlying and that there are reasons for me being the way I am.
 
My GP has re-prescribed anti-depressants which I will start today, as I am struggling with a very low mood and have recognised my warning signs to seek help. I hope now to look towards finding my peace, learning how to heal my trauma as best I can, I have started the journey by forgiving perpetrators of my trauma and can now focus on my emotions, beliefs and behaviours and work to change them as much as is possible towards a more positive future. 

I hope by sharing this post I can persuade you that it really isn't too late to seek answers. For me knowing I am the way I am is because of being autistic and suffering from the developmental trauma is helpful. I feel now with that knowledge I can start to make peace with myself and work towards controlling and calming my inner turmoil, beliefs, and behaviours. I will try not mask as much and give myself the time and space I need. To be proud of who I am and how far I have come - navigating 52 years undiagnosed was tough but I hope the future holds the peace and self-acceptance I have always strived for. 

x~X~x


15 October 2020

Revised Edition 1947 Modern Methods of Family Limitation Booklet - Blimey!

My husband has been sorting through the accumulated clutter in his office and in the process discovered a small booklet from 1947. Now this booklet contains information which it states on the front cover is only for the eyes of "adults and the married only". I found it fascinating looking through the pages and reading about historic contraception methods to limit the family expansion. So, just in case you are interested, I scanned it and have uploaded it for your reading pleasure - enjoy..






































As an additional bonus the booklet had a small tri-folded piece of paper slipped inside it, a pamphlet for "Glandular Regeneration".







I hope you enjoyed that wee stroll through historical contraception methods - 'til next time.

Love and Blessings
x~X~x



9 August 2020

Advocacy


2020 is not panning out the way any of us anticipated and life feels exceptionally surreal right now ~ pandemic life is truly odd, sometimes I wake up and wonder if it is all some bizarre dream and other days it feels like we are living within some kind of sci~fi movie. Meanwhile other events continue to happen around the world which don't stop because of a virus, however the approach to dealing with them is still impacted by precautions and measures in place.

This has led me to reflect on advocacy more and more ~ how so many of us require a person or agency to be there for us to help us get what is necessary, to stand up for us and demand we be heard and our rights upheld.

I also feel many of us, of which I was one, like to feel that they don't need the help and support of an advocate ~ that we are able to stand up for, speak out and represent ourselves ~ however, for my part, I was fooling myself. I am pretty darn good at advocating for my loved ones but when it comes to myself ~ I'm actually shockingly bad at it and end up backing down and not getting the help, support or validation I required. 

Advocacy in a nutshell is provided by someone, whether it be a friend, family or someone from an agency whether legal, advisory, medical, support, who will speak for you, represent you and stand up for you to ensure your rights, beliefs and wishes are upheld.

And advocate could represent you in a plethora of ways depending on your needs and situation. I advocate for my family mostly within health requirement settings, liaising with medical professionals and outside agencies. Also, as and when needed in other situations too ~ ensuring their voices are heard, they are listened to and understood. 

For myself ~ I have family who advocate for me - we find we are good at helping others but not ourselves, almost as if we don't believe in our worth for fighting for ourselves but can absolutely do it for others. I struggle with confrontation when its aimed towards me and often back down and give in ~ yet when representing someone else I find the confidence and strength to not back down and to keep pushing forward. 

Now, more than ever, with the world changed within the strange void of 2020, where access to many services is severely limited and the environment of social distancing and facemasks makes it more complicated, advocating for yourself or others in time of need is even more important. 

Watching the news I despair at the treatment of so many who need support, safety and protection for the migrants desperately seeking a better life ~ these people need advocates to help them find the refuge they seek but instead government officials just want to make them someone else's problem and return them to where they departed from. Why can't special receiving units be build ~ or perhaps utilise the Nightingale wards to offer a safe place to sleep and be given health checks ~ all those poor unaccompanied children who need safety and security - they are human beings who deserve compassion and assistance because only the desperate would risk their lives to find a better life like this. I honestly believe in fighting to help those less fortunate because none of us choose what life we are born into - it is a lottery and if we are born into a safe environment then we should acknowledge our privilege and work to share what we can with others less fortunate. 

Having said that ~ everything is relative and so we give what we can depending on our circumstances and if everyone did the same what a different world we could live in. My eldest daughter is passionate about helping others and her degree was devoted to exactly that ~ helping those in developing countries and those displaced by war, poverty and natural disaster ~ doing what can be done to help those in situations we count ourselves lucky not to be facing ~ instead of pretending it doesn't exist, isn't happening and isn't our problem we can all do our bit to help bring about change and a better lives for others. Nothing in life, sadly, is a simple fix, life is always far more complicated than that ~ but advocating for others where we can is one part we can play in making this world a better place. 

Wherever there is darkness, there is also light ~ so whenever I see stories and video of the awful plight of others, I also look for the stories where people have been helped, supported and their lives changed. I find I need to seek balance otherwise the negativity and horrors of the world can become overwhelming and so finding the tales of joy, overcoming the odds, sheer kindness and selflessness of others makes me believe in the human race again and that perhaps not all humanity is doomed after all.

COVID~19 has irrevocably changed so many peoples lives, many have lost loved ones, jobs, careers, homes, way of life and yes ~ even hope. Too many have succumbed to severe mental health issues leading to taking their own lives or those of others ~ too much heartbreak has tipped the balance. However, volunteers and carers, support workers and key works, have picked up the baton and kept things moving and working as best as possible in the circumstances. Advocacy is essential for those who have fallen between the gaps ~ who have been overlooked and passed over ~ there needs to be strong representation for those who are vulnerable and for the growing numbers of those living in poverty and isolation due to the changes 2020 has wrought.

Can you stand up and advocate for someone who needs it? If so I implore you to do so ~ further afield we can all join forces to lobby and protest against the vile treatments of those who seek help and refuge but are shunned and refused it. To stand up for those minority groups who are mistreated and abused ~ whatever, however, you can advocate for the rights and beliefs of others your voice added to the cause can make a real difference so long as we sustain our efforts to do so.

Advocacy and activism are so important, now more than ever, and I vow to do all I can to play my part in whatever way I can to step up and do so.

Wishing you love and light wherever you are and hope that if you are struggling you can find an advocate to help you through and speak out for you and your rights to ensure you are "seen" and "heard" and not passed over. 


Love and Blessings
x~X~x

15 June 2020

Lucky

I am lucky - pure and simple - and I have been reminded of that again today.

I had found myself in a funk, the world is a scary place right now and it frightened me and had made me a tad low in mood.

Then a gift today woke me up and shook me up - I feel as if I have been zapped awake again and can once again see positivity and hope in the future.


Having my birthday during lockdown meant my presents (that I had asked not to be given this year - tsk - but did they listen?), were belated, as everything is taking much longer to be delivered due to the unprecedented high demand us online shoppers are creating.

However cross I was at my family for ignoring me and buying me gifts I have to say the thought and love behind them is awesome and I love them all and have been thrilled by their thoughtfulness and generosity, knowing how limited their finances are right now.

On my actual birthday in May they all gave me flowers, chocolates and wine. Which I loved, and I had a wonderful day.

Then presents continued to arrive as you will see below, each one pertinent to my likes and way of life and so hugely loved - with opening each gift I cried, quite hard in fact which I am attributing to unstable menopausal hormones and deep appreciation of the consideration given to each gift.

First to arrive was a trio of books from my husband, who knows I am very much into studying and working towards growing and making my own medicinal stockpile of home remedies.

My gorgeous husband on a boat last September when we were away in Greece

Brilliant Books!
I am working towards taking an online herbology class at my Pagan school and so these books mean the world to me.

Next came a socially distanced garden visit from my second born daughter and her partner, with their gorgeous and enormous 9 month old German Shepherd/Bull Mastiff cross puppy. The visit alone was wonderful but then they left me with two little boxes wrapped up to open when they left - which once unwrapped exposed a gorgeous deep glossy black cauldron mug and candle melt/incense burner. I love the mug so much I have put it on my altar because I am terrified of chipping it and have decreed to only drink from it each year on my birthday! The burner will be used during spell and ritual work - both of which I adore and feel enormously grateful for.

Second born offspring

Partner  of second born and their massive 9 month old puppy 

Mug

Burner

Then finally, today the final gift arrived - one that again reduced me as always into a blubbering wreck of overwhelming emotions.

A little background as to why this gift is so special is that I have multiple allergies - which makes jewellery particularly difficult as I can only wear titanium. My family know that I love divination and particularly using runes - I have three sets of runes, all of which I love. Plus, I am hugely drawn to trees, they bring me much peace and happiness when around them. Family is also very important to me and I become very attached to the sentiment behind gifts and hold onto them and cherish them.

I used to always wear a watch, a metal mans watch that my husband gave me before we were married - a simple inexpensive watch that meant the world to me, but due to allergies I can no longer wear - although I still have it. My daughter enquired a few months ago whether I missed wearing a watch and I told her I did but had given up on one because I didn't know if titanium watches were even a thing, let alone affordable.

SO, my first and third born offspring clubbed together and purchased the gifts (seen below) hand crafted from someone with a small business in Israel.
First born offspring

Third born offspring

The beautiful box the gift arrived in with special tool and additional links should they be required.

A gorgeous box to keep forever

My beautiful wooden watch, carved with runes around it and the tree of life in the centre,
even more amazing is that I discovered that the hands of the watch are glow in the dark too!!

Message engraved into the back of the watch

Gorgeous wooden bead on elastic mala bracelet

Cheesy picture of a very happy me wearing both my new gifts!!

The watch is a retro wind up one and not battery run - which I LOVE, plus all the little personal finishing touches to its design. Something that is very special to me and will be forever treasured.

I feel exceptionally fortunate and super lucky to have such a wonderful family around me - they keep me grounded and remind me when feeling in even the lowest of moods that a spark of happiness can be reignited even when you thought it had been extinguished within you.

I just wanted to share this with you because today reminded me to look up and see those people who care and love me and that we matter, all of us - and we are loved, even when we don't always see it.

Love and Blessings
x~X~x




Reflections

There nowt as queer as folk - ain’t that the truth! The human race are a strange complex and infuriating species. We can’t help but shit in ...