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"His Voice for Autism: Personalized Notebook for Tracking Goals and Progress"

"His Voice Autism Awareness" likely refers to an initiative or organization dedicated to raising awareness about autism from a male perspective. This focus is significant because autism spectrum disorder (ASD) is often diagnosed more frequently in boys than in girls, though research suggests this may be due to differences in how autism presents across genders.

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The phrase emphasizes the importance of hearing and understanding the experiences of individuals with autism, particularly males, in their own words. It suggests a platform where men and boys with autism can share their stories, challenges, and triumphs, providing insight into their unique perspectives and needs.

This initiative might involve various activities such as public speaking events, social media campaigns, educational programs, or support groups. The goal would be to increase understanding of autism, reduce stigma, and promote acceptance and inclusion.

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By highlighting "His Voice," the program likely aims to address specific issues that males with autism face, such as social expectations, communication challenges, and navigating relationships. It may also focus on providing role models and mentorship opportunities for younger boys on the spectrum.

This approach to autism awareness underscores the importance of first-hand accounts in shaping public perception and policy regarding neurodiversity.

An "Autism Mom Quote" typically refers to a short, powerful statement that encapsulates the experience, emotions, or perspective of a mother raising a child with autism spectrum disorder (ASD). These quotes often reflect the unique challenges, joys, and insights gained from parenting a child on the autism spectrum.

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Such quotes might express unconditional love, advocate for acceptance, or highlight the strength required in their role. They can be inspiring, educational, or simply honest reflections of daily life. Autism mom quotes often serve to raise awareness, provide support to other parents in similar situations, and challenge societal misconceptions about autism.

These quotes are frequently shared on social media, printed on t-shirts, or used in awareness campaigns to foster understanding and empathy.

Autism Parent Quotes are concise, impactful statements that capture the experiences, emotions, and insights of parents raising children with autism spectrum disorder (ASD). These quotes often reflect a range of sentiments, from the challenges and triumphs of daily life to profound realizations about love, patience, and neurodiversity.

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They serve multiple purposes: offering support and validation to other autism parents, educating the public about the realities of autism, and advocating for acceptance and understanding. These quotes frequently appear on social media, in support groups, on merchandise, and in awareness campaigns, helping to build community and foster empathy among both autism families and the broader public.

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The Birds and The Bees (and The Blackthorns) Part Two

This is part two of my colaboration with @ti-bae-rius! Click here for Part One! Click here to see Lauryn’s Headcanons if you haven’t already! The master-list should be linked here too shortly!

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After Livvy had left Ty spent the spent the rest of the night reading Sherlock Holmes, The Sign of Four, searching for a sense of understanding within the familiar pages. By the time Livvy returned, he was fast asleep, the book open mid-story next to him. Livvy had found Dru with Kit in the training room apparently learning a technique that involved an old coat with bells on it. She’d seen them through the door but didn’t want to interrupt them so headed back to her room, intent on seeing Dru the next day. She quietly lifted the book off the bed and, careful not to disturb her sleeping brother, took his headphones off and placed them on the bedside table. She turned off the lamp and climbed into bed beside him, pressing her back into his. Ty moved and Livvy felt him relax into the connection. She couldn’t remember the last time things felt so mundane in the Blackthorn house; Julian was finally getting the support he needed from Helen and Aline, there was no world-ending event threatening everyone they loved; they could finally focus on each other.

Ty awoke before Livvy, crawling out from under the covers, and looked at her. He smiled at Livvy, glad she seemed to peaceful, knowing how different things would have been if she hadn’t survived. He shook off the thought and quietly headed for breakfast, taking the Sherlock Holmes anthology off the bedside table and putting his headphones around his neck. He made his way through the silent corridors and, hearing the laughter of the kitchen before he saw any of his family, he put his headphones on, dulling the sounds to a more manageable murmur. Reaching the kitchen Ty looked around the room, taking in the bustle of the early morning. There was Tavvy, listening to Mark’s tales of Fey valour and attempts to make breakfast sound more whimsical. Emma was with Cristina, chatting just out of earshot of the others. Cristina’s travel year was coming to a close and Ty wondered how much she’d come to visit; she’d become one of the family over the last year and it was strange thinking of her no longer living here. Finally, Julian was making breakfast, as he always did, cooking up plates of food that Helen and Aline passed around the table. Ty’s initial sweep had accounted for the entire house, minus two very notable exceptions: Dru and Kit. A voice in the back of Ty’s mind told him to turn around immediately and go search for Kit, who had most likely been training with Dru all night and had slept in, but Julian saw he was stood by the door and waved him over. Ty pushed one headphone behind his ear as he wandered over, the sounds of the gathering mixing jarringly with his own internal monologue, and he wanted more than anything to be anywhere else. Julian, seemingly aware the kitchen was currently Ty’s least favourite location, gave him some toast and said “Make sure you eat this, but you’re okay to go eat this somewhere else. I haven’t seen Kit, but he might be his room. Is Livvy in hers?”

Ty nodded imperceptibly, the noise getting more distracting as the seconds ticked by and took the toast from Julian.

“Okay, I won’t keep you here, I’ll see you later,” Julian said and didn’t wait for a response, leaving Ty to head out of the kitchen.

Ty shook his head, the headphone sliding into place over his ear, and walked out as quietly as he came in. He made his way to Kit’s room, intending to share his breakfast as he guessed Kit hadn’t come for any, but when he arrived he found the door open and the dark-haired boy was nowhere in sight. Kit’s phone was on the bedside table, so surely he was expecting to be back soon, but his bed was neat, meaning he hadn’t slept here last night. A familiar panic started to rise in Ty’s chest before he noticed Dru’s jacket was here too. They had both gone off together. He spent the next minute calming his nerves, concluding they had both gone to train and had stayed there most of the night which was something they did every week or so. He was about to leave in search of the pair when he noticed the empty shelf on the wall of Kit’s room.

“I don’t really have any stuff, they had to give me some of your clothes when I moved in, so I don’t really need those shelves. You can use them if you want,” Kit had said when Ty had first started staying on the floor of his room.

So, Ty took a bite of his toast and, setting the plate down on the bed, ventured to his room to grab some things to decorate the shelf.  His mind was already calming at the idea of arranging his belongings to his taste, and more so at the thought of Kit seeing his hard work. After several rather precarious trips from Kit’s room to his, Ty had gathered all the things he needed and set about placing them along the shelf. On the left-hand side Ty placed his Sherlock Holmes anthology ready for pick-up at a moment’s notice. From there he lined up jars, wrapped in paper with a series of holes in, placed for insect collection and observation. He also put a notebook next to the Sherlock Holmes Anthology for writing down anything interesting the various insects did. Next to that Ty put a plastic tray filled with fidget toys, many in some state of disrepair, and many pieces of sea glass and shells he’d collected on the many trip he’d taken to the beach, both with and without his family. On the end was a stack of papers, gracefully drawn pictures from Julian, explaining all the different phrases Ty might have trouble understanding were being weighed down by a lump of amethyst. Finally, he draped some fairy lights across the front and placed the dimmer on the bedside for easy reach. When he was done, he sat down on the bed, being careful not to sit on the barely-touched toast and smiled up at his accomplishment. He was glad a part of him was in Kit’s room, giving it a sense of life and personality that wasn’t there before. Thinking of Kit reminded Ty that he was going to find the boy, and now he had something to show him, something he hoped Kit would like. He thought about where Kit could be, thinking of Dru and Kit often spending time in the training room, and set off in that direction. He was halfway to the training room before a door opened in front of him and Julian stepped out, a confused-looking Tavvy trailing out beside him.

“Jules, do you and Emma love each other very much?”

Julian audibly choked at Tavvy’s question and Ty heard Emma giggling inside the room. “I-Tavvy, go find Mark, he should be in his room. I’ll come check on you later, okay?”

Tavvy turned and wandered away in the opposite direction to where Ty was standing watching the scene unfold. Ty watched his younger brother disappear down the corridor and smiled to himself. He loved his family and always marvelled at Tavvy’s innocence. He hoped that when Tavvy was shaped into the fierce Shadowhunter he was destined to become that innocence wouldn’t be forgotten.

“Ty, just the person I wanted to see.” Julian came wandering up to Ty, looking down at him with clear, blue-green eyes the colour of the ocean. “Emma and I thought with some of the changes going on right now, specifically between me and Emma, we’d talk to you all about what it means. Please, step into my office.” Julian smirked slightly as he walked back to the room, Ty following on his heel.

“This isn’t your office, in fact I don’t think you have an office, Jules,” Ty replied, puzzled.

“Yeah, sorry, you’re right. But I thought it would be good to have somewhere I could talk to everyone privately.”

“Is everything okay? Has something happened?” Ty was vaguely concerned one of his siblings had done something wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what it was.

“No, not at all. Me and Emma thought it’d be good to teach you about what it meant now that we’re together,” Julian looked awkward, something Ty had never openly seen from his brother, but then Julian had changed a lot over the weeks and months. He decided this was a part of a positive change. “We also realised that you’re getting older and you’re going to start noticing some changes to your body and, if you meet the right person, you might start thinking and feeling things you haven’t thought or felt before.”

“It’s ‘Emma and I’, Julian, and what changes?”

“Well,” Emma said, taking over from Julian. “One of the first things that’ll happen is your voice will break.”

“My voice will break?” Ty asked, sounding suddenly alarmed. “Will I be able to fix it?”

Julian gave Emma a pointed look and she shrugged apologetically.

“Ty, listen,” Julian said, trying to sound as calm as he could. “Your voice isn’t really going to break, it’s just going to get deeper, and that’s okay. It’s perfectly natural for it to happen.”

“Why do they call it breaking if it doesn’t really break? That’s just confusing.” Ty wasn’t so much panicked anymore as he was irritated at the lack of clarity.

“Well, now we have that cleared up, let’s talk about the birds and bees,” Emma said, sounding enthusiastic at the thought.

“Oh, babe, no!”

“Birds and bees? Where? I love bees. You don’t see them as much now because they’re going extinct. Where are they?” Ty’s hands started to squeeze in and out of fists at the thought of seeing bees and birds and Julian’s heart almost broke at having to disappoint him.

“Ty, there are no birds or bees, that’s not what I meant,” Emma’s voice sounded gentle and Julian could see the guilt in her features at accidentally misleading the boy.

Ty slowly stopped stimming, his shoulders sagging slightly. That’s what it was called, Julian knew. He’d looked some terms up after Kit had mentioned Ty had autism.

“Emma, look how disappointed he is there are no bees. Please stop.” He turned back to Ty. “Listen, I think this whole thing has been a bit of a disaster. Why don’t you find Livvy or Kit, we’ll talk to you later?”

“So, no bees?”

“No bees, Ty. I’m sorry.” Julian looked at Emma, indicating there’d be words about the situation when they were alone, and Emma made a mock look of fear, but Julian could tell she felt bad. He led a disappointed Ty to the door and then out into the corridor. “I’ll come and find you later, Okay?”

“Okay.” Ty was so lost in his own world, thinking about bees and birds, that he forgot to go the library to find Kit. Instead he walked all the way back to Kit’s room, and only realised his mistake when he laid down on the bed. He was about to get up and leave again when a burning light appeared in front of him and a piece of paper materialised in front of him, landing on his chest. Ty picked up the fire message, seeing Tiberius scrawled across the front, and, unfolding the message, began to read.

Ty,

If you’re reading this, it means I haven’t messed something up and I managed to send a fire message. I mean, I guess you’ve figured that out by reading the message that just appeared in front of you. Anyway, I’m hiding in the library and it’s kind of boring on my own so if you want we could hide here together? It’s cool if you don’t want to though I understand.

See you soon maybe,

Kit x

Ty looked at the messaged and smiled to himself. He got off the bed and picked up the notebook. Turning to a new page he sat on the edge of the bed and began to write.

Kit,

I received your fire message…

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◣ F I V E   T H I N G S !!  ◥

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TAGGED BY. @illholy ( god, this was so much fun to do! as always, thank you very much for tagging me. ) TAGGING. @royal-botanist ;; @noircisaint ;; @idoloatria ;; @princelylight ;; @risiox ;; @allisgiiven ;; @favoritedolly ;; @hydrangeaguard ;; @anxietyisms && anyone else who hasn’t done it yet!

✖   I. EMOTIONS / FEELINGS.

  01. Concupiscence ( strong sexual desire; lust )   02. Amusement ( state or experience of finding something funny )   03. Self-conscious ( undue awareness of oneself, one’s appearance or one’s actions )   04. Sheepish ( showing embarrassment from shame or a lack of self-confidence )   05. Impassive ( not feeling or showing emotion )

✖   II. GREETINGS.

  01. Enthusiastic or lackadaisical waving, accompanied by a tight lipped smile as if not wanting to show teeth.   02. “ Oh, a wild [name/nickname] appeared. ”   03. A casual utterance of “ Hey ” or “ Hey, little birdie ” if the person in question is shorter than her.   04. Absentminded blinks of coal black eyes, before the beginnings of recognition dawn on her face upon finally noticing said individual.   05. Tight hugs, hand squeezing and affectionate kisses reserved only for close friends [aka Judith] or lovers.

✖  III. COLORS.

  01. Blues ( Masculinity and somber emotions [aka sadness, gloom, fear, loneliness, etc] )   02. Black ( Inner strength, determination and rebellion )   03. Oranges ( Creativity, fascination, attraction, success, stimulation, desire, sexual passion, pleasure and thirst for action )   04. Dark red ( Willpower, rage, anger, courage and longing )   05. Browns. ( Stability and masculine qualities [aka outspokenness, protectiveness, deference to truth over feelings, etc] )

✖   IV. SCENTS.

  01. Natural musk that contains both earthy and sweet tones.   02. Herbal essence’s ‘Cucumber and Green Tea’ shampoo that has a clean and fresh fragrance to it. If nearby, you can catch a slight whiff from her hair.   03. Coffee grounds. Though faint, one could detect it through her clothes while hugging her, usually because she spends a lot of time hanging around in a coffee shop or making herself coffee.   04. A mixture of dried ink and books ( mostly consisting of manga, borrowed novels from the library and a bible Judith gifted her ) that permeates her apartment. While typing on a laptop may have it’s merits, she also has a multitude of pens taken from her parents house that she would primarily use to write her poetry or initiate stimming through clicking or unclicking them.    05. Hand soup that may oftentimes vary from smelling like vanilla to coconut water. With how frequently she slathers it along her hands, one may think she is trying to hide something or overcompensating in some way. 

✖   VI. OBJECTS.

 01. Thick heavy set glasses. They are also black like her eyes, as if blocking out anyone from seeing directly into her soul.  02. Fidget spinner. For some reason, you are most likely to find it in the huge pockets of the jacket worn around her waist, where her two phones and wallet tend to reside.  03. Several notebooks that not only contain poems but journal entries of either herself or other people she knows, written in neat lettering.  04. Old worn leather backpack she carries around with her whenever she’s travelling to her college campus or bringing along her laptop.  05. Black Gothic choker attached to a silver chain. Apparently, it was a gift from her mother who tried her best in catering to what she thought was her daughter’s aesthetic in accessories. Because she didn’t have the heart to refuse it at the time, that elegant thing would always be seen hanging around her neck to this very day.

✖   VII. VICES / BAD HABITS.

  01. Objectification of men and women. During the few first encounters you have with her, she might see you as nothing more than a sexual object, instead of an actual person.   02. Addiction to viewing pornographic material and masturbating. As a result of an undiagnosed hypersexual disorder that happens to coincide with her autism, she’s... kinda a mess.   03. Self deprecation. Due to a verbally abusive mother and the rejections she has experienced throughout her life, she lacks confidence in regards to her physical appearance and doesn’t have a good overall opinion about herself.   04. Gluttony. Not only does she binge eat in order to cope with emotions, she also does so for pleasure.   05. Absentmindedly picking at the acne along her face. Despite having a high metabolism, she does tend to have an assortment of pimples accumulating from excessive eating.

✖   VIII. BODY LANGUAGE.

  01. Legs spreading wide open while sitting, since she almost never wears skirts or dresses.   02. Averting her gaze either towards the direction of her feet or from left to right when flustered.   03. Hand resting along the side of her face, accompanied by far-off look in her eyes. You start to wonder if she’s still even here, with how distant from reality she seems.   04. Stroking her chin while deep in thought.   05. Leaning back against walls.

✖   IX. AESTHETICS.

  01.  A weeb’s paradise: anime wallpapers decorating her bedroom wall, collection of manga volumes resting on shelves, a body pillow of Kizami Yuuya sitting by her bed and further merchandise of the husband-o strewn along her front desk.   02. Blue butterflies. Somehow, they always seem to have a calming effect on her.   03. Short, unpainted nails caked with dirt or blood.   04. Band aids along her fingers for nursing occasional paper cuts.   05. Large assortment of plates filled with food.

✖   X. SONGS.

   01. Catch my Breath - Kelly Clarkson    02. On my Own - Ashes Remain    03. Lose Control - Evanescence    04. Balsam - Yuzuki Yukari    05. Lie - Luka Megurine

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What Christmas Means to Me

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year” or so the song goes. But not if you’re someone who has mild Aspergers, OCD, or an awkward combination of the two. Even as I write this I’m acutely aware that I’m about to make myself sound like the biggest arsehole known to mankind, but I wanted to share this post to give people a bit of an insight into the way my brain works, and so that when I’m being particularly “un-festive” in the run up to Christmas, there’s a bit more understanding around why. I’m not just being a twat, I’m really not. There are elements of it that I genuinely struggle to cope with.

 Anybody with an Autism Spectrum Disorder or anyone who has a family member on this spectrum will know how difficult certain life situations can be. I’ve read about families who can’t have a Christmas tree, or can’t unwrap presents because they have children with severe Autism who find the whole thing far too stressful. 

Now, at no point here am I implying that this is my situation, nor am I looking to enter into any sort of woe-off contest with any readers of this post. This isn’t about me wanting sympathy; it’s about being able to express my feelings. Year after year I’ve been labelled a Grinch because I’m not skipping through Tesco whistling Jingle Bells whilst cheerfully stockpiling boxes of Quality Street, nor will you find me watching Muppet’s Christmas Carol the minute that Bonfire Night is done with. And I need to explain why…

 As long as I can remember I’ve found the concept of ambiguity quite stressful, and I detest having a lack of control over things. Everyday stuff that most people do without a second thought can cause me untold degrees of angst.

For example, imagine I had to park in a car park in an unfamiliar town, in order to catch a train somewhere. It wouldn’t be enough to just turn up and park there, oh no. I’d need to look online to see how many spaces the car park had to evaluate my chances of getting a space. I’d then need to understand the payment system in advance. Do I take a ticket and pay upon exit? Or do I pay upon entering? If so, will they take my card or will I need coins? Does the car park have a one way system or not? If that car park is full, where is the nearest back-up car park and what’s the distance from the train station? Should I just assume the worst and leave the house twenty minutes earlier than planned in case I need to use that back up car park and then have to walk to the station to get my train on time? It’s unlikely that I’d sleep particularly well the night before the journey either, with much of this going around in my head.

And inevitably, I turn up with plenty of time to spare, grab a coffee on the platform, and catch my train, just like all the normal folk. Everyone just assumes I’m really organised. It takes a lot of cortisol for me to appear this organised.

 So, onto Christmas…descending on us each year like a giant, expensive, tinsel-covered cold sore that we all felt erupting but had no power to stop. Here’s the bit where I make myself sound like a moaning, ungrateful bastard as I list the things I can’t cope with about Christmas. To all those “Buddy the Elf” types amongst you – pin back those pointy ears and brace yourselves….

  Christmas cards

I can’t even express how delighted I was a few years back, when the trend to donate to charity rather than send Christmas cards became a thing. I seem to recall that there may have been some actual air punching involved! Perhaps I’d now be spared the ordeal of cards infiltrating my home over December, sneaking in slowly and nestling themselves Trojan horse style between the electricity bills and bank letters. Perhaps I wouldn’t have to see as many of them lying there on my doormat alluringly, expecting to be unsheathed, admired and displayed in my home for all to see. Well no, I’m not spared that ordeal. Because the majority of people will still send cards, because they think it’s nice for me to receive a card, assuring me that they really want me to have a merry Christmas.

 Someone should pass an Act of Parliament that forces manufacturers to make Christmas cards a uniform size, shape and colour, and then perhaps I might have a chance at a merry Christmas. As it goes, I spend most of December putting them up and continually rearranging them in some semblance of size and shape order, until a new one appears in a random colour or format (a fucking purple star shaped card this year – seriously?!) and throws the entire display into chaos. Don’t even get me started on cards with glitter on FFS.  If you want me to have a merry Christmas, just tell me via text, email or Facebook and then I’ll know that you really mean it.

 Christmas trees and decorations

One day I will live in a mansion that could easily be the main feature article in Ideal Homes magazine. It will have a lounge the size of a church hall, with sleek polished wooden floors that would be the envy of any bowling alley. This lounge will contain nothing but a large sofa, a wall mounted television, a coffee table, and a textured rug. When this day comes, I might consider the concept of a massive, brightly coloured, flashing Christmas tree encroaching on my space. Whilst I live in a modest house, with a small lounge, that looks like an overflow warehouse for Toys R Us due to the amount of baby-related shit that already takes up an entire corner, I’m not entertaining one.

Based on my feelings towards a tree, I’m sure you don’t need me to explain why I won’t drape tinsel round my windows, or have a 2ft high, battery operated snowman in the house that talks to you each time you walk past it.

 Presents

This is the bit that carries the most immense guilt for me because it’s the part I really wish that I could enjoy. Those amazing people that you love dearly and who love you back, have taken time out of their busy week to spend their hard earned cash on choosing a gift for you. They’ve taken the knowledge that they have about you - the colours you like, the interests you have, your shoe size or body shape – and have used it to select a gift that’s just for you. That’s just lovely.

Except its not lovely if you’re me. Because now, a collection of unfamiliar items that I didn’t need or ask for have invaded my “safe space.”

And as well as now having to find homes for all these items, I’m also expected to show delight and gratitude to the giver of each item, and make up nonsense along the lines of “wow I’ve wanted one of these for ages!” when presented with a fucking spiraliser. This, my husband tells me, is what polite and normal people say at Christmas when presented with a gift.

Spoiler alert: I’ve not wanted one for ages, I’m sorry to tell you that this is a barefaced lie. Had this been the case I would already own one, as by now I would’ve identified some deep, primal urge to carve courgettes into the shape of spaghetti, and then trotted along to John Lewis to buy whichever gadget best made this happen.

So we can all safely assume that the fact that I didn’t already own a spiraliser means that I didn’t really want a spiraliser. But that’s a moot point because now I have one. And I have to store it somewhere in my house logical enough to convince the giver that I will use it (like the cutlery draw) and not somewhere unconvincing (like the wheelie bin) but each time I go to get a fork from the draw, seeing that bastard spiraliser sat there taking up space will remind me that I’m a horrible, ungrateful person who doesn’t deserve nice people in my life.

Now, gift cards are great, because they mean that I am in full control of all the purchases that will come into my house, and such purchases will cross the threshold following a great deal of prior consideration like whether they are needed, where they will live, and how they will be used. The beauty of the gift card is that if it happens to be for somewhere that I won’t ever shop, then I can simply choose not to use it, or re-gift it to someone who will. Yes, gift cards are good.

 Food

Franz Kafka once said that so long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being. So based on this logic, during the month of December I must have solved more questions than The Beast, The Governess, and The Dark Destroyer from The Chase put together, because I literally DID NOT STOP EATING.

Food and drink are my Achilles heel, cheese especially so. Wine definitely. So having copious quantities of them around the house within easy spreading and pouring distance makes for a very difficult and uncontrolled time of year for me.

If I could merely enjoy them for what they were, and worry about the weight gain in January like everyone else does then it wouldn’t be as stressful. But that’s not how someone like me works, with my daily (sometimes twice daily) weigh ins, or my need to exercise excessively at the gym to erase the calories from a “bad” food day. Food should be enjoyed and respected. It should be shared with friends and family. It should be fuel for exercise. Food should not take the form of a tin of Roses, shovelled with wild abandon into your mouth, one after another, until you feel so violently ill that you have to put yourself to bed to resist the urge to throw them all up and start again like some sort of Roman emperor.

My unhealthy relationship with food can pretty much be kept in check from January to November because at no other point in the year do people find it acceptable to bring home a 24 pack of mince pies every time they nip to the garage for diesel. At no other point do we give ourselves carte blanche to get as fat as we want because we’re supposed to “eat drink and be merry” at this time of year. The entire concept of excessive Christmas eating, for me, dredges up far too many demons that I’d rather not face. Except not only am I expected to face them, I’m expected to welcome them in, pour them a Baileys and offer them a Ferrero Rocher because these demons have Christmas fucking jumpers on. It’s bollocks.

 So there you have it, a little glimpse of what it’s like to live inside my head over the festive period. And nobody needs to remind me of how unbelievably lucky I am to have these “problems” at Christmas because I already know this to be true, which only serves to compound the feelings of guilt that I feel when I read some of this back.

Next Christmas my son will be 18mths old and will want the WORKS! A huge tree adorned with glittery ornaments, Santa’s “snowy” footprints stomped out in the lounge, gaudy stockings hung up on the fireplace. So it’s possibly time I addressed all of these issues. Or at least some of them. I draw the line at tinsel.

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Back To School

Characters: Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne

Summary: Cassandra finally convinces Bruce to let her go to school and is really excited to start her first day at Gotham Academy. However, she's about to find out that even if you're not directly bullied you can still be hurt.

A/N: Long time no see guys!         

Anyway, this is something I've been working on for a while and I'm really proud of it. I believe my writing has improved a lot from when I started this AU and I think this is my best work yet.

It is also something that's deeply personal to me. This is sort of a vent fic and me projecting my struggles on to Cassandra and Dick, that said almost all of the scenes in this story are loosely based on my own experiences as an undiagnosed person who possibly has ADD or Autism (still not sure, to be honest.)

Fair warning for anyone reading: THIS STORY CONTAINS ABLEIST LANGUAGE INCLUDING THE R SLUR AND OTHER ABLEIST BEHAVIOURS IF THIS UPSETS YOU THEN DON'T READ.

Also for anyone interested there is more stuff in this AU that I would like to upload onto Tumblr at some point but for now, you can find it here.

"Are you sure you want to this sweetheart?" Bruce asks for what is probably the hundredth time already. A look of concern is painted on his face as he helps Cassandra pack all her new school things into her new school bag. "it's not going to be easy."   

Cassandra raises an eyebrow up at him before signing "When has anything in my life ever been easy?" She turns back to what she was doing, far too excited to be upset over Bruce's overprotectiveness.   

She is finally going to school! A real school! After months of begging and pleading and proving herself ready for the experience over and over again, Bruce finally caved and enrolled her at Gotham Academy, the same place all her siblings had gone!  

 "I know but this is going to be an entirely different set of skills." Cassandra sighs having heard this argument already. "Ones that you haven't had as much experience in." He pauses what he was doing to reach over and place his hands on Cassandra's cheeks, bringing them up to look him in the eye. "I know I keep saying the safe stuff over and over but I just can't help but worry, this will be a big change for both of us."   

Cassandra puts her hands to his and allows her face to ease into a soft smile. "I know you worry. We will survive this." She is well aware her speaking grammar still isn't perfect but as long as her point makes it through then she doesn't really mind too much. Gently pulling away from Bruce she puts the final item in her backpack before zipping it up and placing it on her back in a triumphant looking pose.   

Bruce looks at her almost wistfully. "Yes, I believe we will." He takes a moment to collect himself. "You look amazing, dear."    

Cassandra beams up at him, grabbing him by the wrist in order to drag him out to the driveway where Alfred was already waiting with the car. There's a bounce in her step as she makes her way down, dragging her reluctant father with her. It was small moments like these when she felt they could almost be like a normal family.  

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After arriving at the school it took forever to get Bruce to let her go and finally enter the school, she could have sworn he was almost on the verge of tears. Well, at least he was putting on a very convincing fatherly act. Just like she managed to convince him she wasn't overwhelmed by the amount of people. 

Cassandra would be lying if she said that being completely packed in by so many people didn't make her nervous, it was ingrained into her very being to be cautious in possibly problematic situations.  However today was not for being an assassin or vigilante, today was for being a student.   

The first class is… odd, or at least it feels odd to Cassandra. As soon as she enters the room people are looking and noticing her presence. Then the teacher, a greying but in denial about it woman, comes up to her with a smile that might've actually been faker then Bruce at a gala.   

"Hello," she says far too loudly, "you must be Cassandra, welcome to Gotham Academy." The sickly sweet tone of her voice and slow way of stretching each word made it seem like she was trying to communicate with a 3-year-old. The way she bent down to Cassandra's level didn't help either.   "

Uh, h-hello?" The teacher's body language is throwing her off. Surely this is considered weird by society standards?   

"We are so excited to have you here." The teacher moves to pat one of the nearby desks. "We've already set up a nice spot at the front for you to sit, is that okay? Cassandra finds it annoying how long it is taking just for this woman to finish a sentence but figures it'd be rude to say something.  

Not really knowing how exactly to respond to the teachers' obvious lies Cassandra just nods her head and walks over to her new assigned desk. Weird teacher aside she's excited to find that the classroom looks a lot like the ones in the movies.   

The walls are relatively bland and plain, the only decoration being a variety of different informational posters relating back to the room's main subject. The desks are all set up in neat, uniform lines with the only other thing on the floor being the students' bags.  Cassandra's desk is covered in all sorts of different scribbles and scrawl, most of it inappropriate she believes.   

Once Cassandra has sat down the teacher crouches in front of her desk and gives her that borderline terrifying smile. "Now sweetie, if you're struggling with anything you just ask, okay?" She's still talking in that annoyingly slow way and gives an exaggerated nod on almost every word.   

Cassandra still didn't know how she was supposed to react to this so again she chose to just nod her agreement. Finally, the teacher leaves her to unpack her things and continues on with the lesson. Fortunately, the rest of the period goes ahead in fairly ordinary manner.  

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Recess! Finally, it was recess! Bruce was actually right in saying that Cassandra would already know the majority of the regular school curriculum, but she still found the experience educational in its own way. However, after being cramped up in those small desks for over two hours, she was still glad to be getting a break.  

 Cassandra joins the flowing river students as they make their ways down the hall and outside. The weather was fair and warm, which was relatively rare for Gotham, so everyone wanted to make the best of it. Once out in the school break area, Cassandra is confronted with a large selection of possible sitting areas.   

Of course, Cassandra knew that this was possibly going to be a difficult situation considering she wasn't the greatest at making new friends but she figured the best she can do is just find somewhere to sit and let things naturally take their course from there.   She finds a nice bench in the sun near a large group of kids who all seemed to be fairly decent. They're talking very loudly and Cassandra can't help but listen to their conversation.   

"Hey! Did you hear about the shit Raz pulled in Maths today?" a tall, dark-haired boy calls out to one of the others.   

"Aw yeah, I swear he must be retarded or something!" Cassandra instantly goes completely still as soon as she hears this.  

 That's a bad word. Dick told her that's a bad word. A bad word used to describe people like him and her, what was the official name he called it? An ableist slur, she thinks it was. Cassandra tunes back in to hear all of the other kids in the group laughing like it was nothing.  

 Deciding that perhaps these kids just weren't as good as they first appeared Cassandra thinks that maybe it's best if she just ignores them and tries to focus on just eating her lunch and enjoying the nice weather.   

However, Cassandra could not ignore it when she hears the group start making jokes specifically about Autism. Not quite hearing the whole original exchange, she looks over and listens intently only to find that the kids are mocking each other by calling each other Autistic.  

 Cassandra feels such strong, sick feeling of disgust in her stomach that she just has to get up and leave the area. It was horrible! How could they make a joke out of an entire group of people like that!? And everyone was just okay with it?   

Cassandra moves herself to a nice, quiet tree away from any major groups of kids, where she can do her best just to put those awful kids out of her mind. She chooses not to finish her sandwich out of fear that the sick feeling in her stomach would just make her puke it up. 

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The sick feeling that Cassandra had felt during the first break only got worse throughout the rest of the day as she realized that those were not just a particularly bad group. Now that she had heard it once Cassandra couldn't help but notice that everyone showed the same behavior.   

Worse was that she couldn't seem to find anyone who seemed to care or think that this behavior was wrong. No one seemed to exhibit any bodily behavior that indicated they were uncomfortable with this. Apparently mocking people who have no choice in how that act is completely normal and accepted in school.   

She sees kids making fun of how some people stim, waving their arms around exaggeratedly and laughing about it. She hears many more kids like the ones in the first break who feel the need to use Autism as a way to insult their friends. Most upsetting was the fact that almost every kid in all of her classes felt the need to say… The R word.   

As the day goes on Cassandra continuously shrinks further and further into herself. After having someone as amazing and confident as Dick to guide her through the ups and downs of having Autism she never thought she would say that she was ashamed to be Autistic, ashamed to be different.   

She refuses to interact with anyone just in case someone makes fun of her for her speaking difficulties or her use of sign language. She never puts her hand up to read for the class, noticing how everyone groans and rolls their eyes whenever a slow reader is picked.   

And whenever she feels the urge to stim or flap, she resists. It's torture to not be able to let out her pent up emotions like that but for the first time in her life, Cassandra feels like these differences she has mean something is deeply wrong with her.  

 What Cassandra is not ashamed to say is that by the time that school ends she's ready to just go home and cry. This whole time the biggest thing her and Bruce had been worried about was the possibility of bullying, yet no one said a bad thing to her and she still feels like running home in tears.   

She makes her way out to the car that Alfred is sitting in the front of, opens the door before throwing her bag, and herself, into the seat. Unfortunately for her, Bruce is sitting on the opposite side, surely waiting to hear all about her first day at school.  

"Sooo… how was it?" Cassandra could see the tension in his body, waiting for the verdict. She knows that if she says a single bad thing out loud Bruce would start a campaign to get her out of school, which she isn't ready to give up on yet, but she doesn't know if she has it in her to fake a good day.   

"Fine. It was fine." School has made her painfully aware that she is failing in the speech department so she does her best to talk with proper grammar. She knows it won't be enough to fool him, but she hopes it's enough to convince of her need for some privacy.   

It works, at least for now, Cassandra senses Bruce's withdrawal but also his heavy concern. This will not be the last they speak of this. But until then Bruce is willing to respect Cassandra's privacy and leave her alone until she's ready to talk. They spend the rest of the drive in silence, the tension thick in the air. 

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Instead of taking her usual patrol route that night Cassandra starts the journey to Bludhaven instead. She knows Bruce will be willing to cover for her with the others should they question her absence and right now she just really needs to talk with someone.   

Hopefully, he'll be home tonight. It'll make things a lot more difficult if Cassandra has to go running all around Bludhaven just to find him. She makes her way to his apartment, keeping to the shadows so none of the late night crowd would notice her.   

Once she reaches the window there's music playing from inside accompanied by a carefree voice. Hoping that he doesn't have any guests over, Cassandra approaches the window and gives it a loud tap. The singing stops and, after face appears in the window, so does the music.   

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Princess?" Dick grins as he opens the window. Just the sound of his voice calling her that personal nickname makes her feel instantly more at ease. He waves her inside before closing the window and turning to give her a hug.   

She knows he notices how she squeezes him a little tighter than usual because he leads her over to his worn, second-hand couch and sits her down.   

"Is something wrong? I heard you started school today," the concern is obvious on his face and she's just ready to spill her guts to him.   

"Why am I wrong?" she whispers. She doesn't know any way else to tell him, why is she wrong? Why can't she be like the other kids? Why is it so normal to hate people like them, who have no choice or control over how they act?   

A look of pure shock passes over Dick's face, "What?" Cassandra hates that look, it makes her want to break down in tears, to just let him see every exposed and vulnerable part of her so he can kiss it better. Just like he always does as an inside joke whenever one of them gets hurt.   

"The other kids… at school.." saying it is just too hard for her right now so she switches to ASL, "None of them seem to know… they treat our disorders like a joke."

Dick's expression falls into one of dismay. "Cass… Princess that doesn't make you wrong," He looks away and sighs, "It seems like since forever people have always just… never known how to react to something they perceive as different"   He turns back to Cassandra and gives her a soft smile, "If anything it's them who's in the wrong, for refusing to even try to understand."  

Cassandra feels her lip quiver and knows that her eyes must be swelling up as well, "But I feel like such a failure of a human."

  Dick thinks for a moment, shifting his position on the couch, "Do you want to know what someone told me when I was feeling this way?" Cassandra looks at him with curiosity and nods. "Well, they reminded me of something very important."   

Dick moves to cup Cassandra's face in his hands, looking her directly in the eye, "They reminded me that we are not broken or failures, we're just different."   

This opens the floodgates as tears start to run down Cassandra's face and don't seem to stop. She breaks Dick's hold and moves in to hold him as tightly as she can. A reassuring hand reaches to rub soothingly on her back as she finally gets the chance to just let it all out.   

They stay there for what seems like hours, just Cassandra sobbing in Dick's arms until she simply runs dry, then they stay together a bit longer. Until Cassandra is asleep and Dick tucks her into bed before hopping in beside her, still not quite ready to let go yet.

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Peas & Glove: The Power of a United Community

Peas & Glove demonstrates how a community came together after a tragic car accident, to turn a negative situation into something positive, with islanders contributing in any way they could to aid Olly’s recovery.  

On the night of the 5th October 2014, Oliver (Olly) Newman pulled out of La Braye carpark in St Ouens (Jersey) and collided with an uninsured driver who was speeding at 84mph, leaving him as a tetraplegic, meaning he suffered a total loss of use of all four limbs and torso. The nature and seriousness of his injuries left him minimally conscious for many months as he was treated at Jersey’s General Hospital.

I had spent a mere two weeks at university in Manchester when it occurred. The heartbreaking news of his accident spread around the Island rapidly and within hours of it happening, my friend’s informed me of that night’s events. When someone explains a scenario like this over the phone, you can not possibly understand the magnitude of how critically damaging the crash had been. It was only in December when I visited him for the first time in hospital that I was able to comprehend the grim reality that Olly’s life may never be the same again.

“In the early days following Olly sustaining such horrific injuries, we were told to prepare for the worst.  I was asked to sign ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ orders and organ donations.  It was pretty dark.  Olly’s suggested recovery was minimal.”

The above account from Paul Newman (Olly’s father) puts into perspective the severity of the accident, upon recalling this time, he further expressed his views by putting a positive spin on the matter in his following remark. “However, and albeit two and a half years later, Olly is starting to communicate with us demonstrating his cognitive and decision making abilities. One of my close relatives recently visited a medium. When asked about him, she said that Olly’s day to die was 6th October 2014. But he didn’t, and there is a reason for that. We don’t know what that is yet but we will at some point in the future and all will become clear.”

When Olly was finally able to travel, he was transferred to a specialist neuro-rehabilitation centre in Surrey called QEF (Queen Elizabeth Foundation) where he now resides. In the wake of the accident, the Peas & Glove organisation was set up in order to raise money for Olly’s rehabilitation. It provided support to all involved as we could collectively focus on its progress which would directly benefit our friend in need.

Fourteen years ago, I had my first encounter with Olly when we were placed together in Jersey Surf School for a week. During the first day, we were sat, a bunch of kids together on the beach wall at St.Ouens enjoying our lunch, until we were rudely interrupted by a passing bee which decided to pester us all sending us into a panic. As we franticly ran around trying to avoid the said bee, Olly picked up a large rock and swung at the bee trying to save us from our terror. When it finally landed, Olly pounced and successfully squashed it leaving us all in fits of laughter. This was the very start of what can only be described as the amazing friendship we share.

In the early stages, Peas & Glove was mainly co-ordinated by Brontey Luxo-Piazza who has worked with many of Olly’s closest friends to establish the charity. She was able to provide her own interpretation of what the organisation encompasses, which is highlighted in the following statement.

“To me, Peas and Glove represents the essence of Olly and is a colourful reminder to us all to look after others and to live each day to the full. ”

Following the creation of Peas & Glove in February 2015, three events have been hosted at ‘The Watersplash’ in St Ouens Bay, one of Olly’s regular hangouts, where he was known and adored by a multitude of people. The first event we orchestrated really put into perspective the vast amount of people who had been moved by Olly’s unfortunate circumstances. A record breaking turnout saw an estimated 2,000 attendees pay tribute to him. The successes of our first event were evident, we were able to provide the community with an entertaining day out for all the family, whilst raising over £22,000 in the process. Despite the lengthy organising procedure, the creativity amongst the Peas & Glove team allowed the event to run smoothly. Activities ranged from live music, graffiti artists, motorcycle stunts, fire performers, face painting, zorb bubble football, a surfboard paddle and much more. This is what defines the organisation as something that is truly unique to Jersey, the event symbolises Olly’s spirit itself. Even the smallest details such as the visual display of colour provided through the sales of Peas & Glove tie dye t-shirts and the smiles of the attendees provided us with great satisfaction. Personally, I have been able to honour Olly by documenting the events on film, therefore the attached videos display each step of our journey.

The charity was originally named after one of his favourite motto’s, his own comedic take on the ‘peace and love’ phrase. However, the event itself was named ‘Permanent Ollyday’, this was formed through his admiration for the musician, Mike Love, who wrote a song called ‘Permanent Holiday’. We managed to get in touch with Mike who was touring Hawaii at the time. We retold Olly’s story to him, he was greatly moved by the work we had been doing. Consequently, he took time out of his busy lifestyle to deliver this personal heartfelt message in honour of Olly.

One of the fundamental reasons that Peas & Glove was regarded as such a success was due to Olly’s character. Brontey explains this perfectly, “After Olly’s accident it was obvious to see that many people had been affected by his accident. From musicians to beach goers, skaters, surfers, school and family friends, it is clear to see that Olly has made a massive impression on the people he has met on his journey and he continues to be loved by so many.”

Throughout the duration of my time spent with the beach community, fancy dress has always been something that was close to our hearts, throwing many parties in all kinds of wacky themes over the years. Hence, when it came to our second event on New Year's Eve (Junglebells), we decided to make it jungle themed due to the fact we had booked jungle legends, ‘Serial Killaz’ to headline the music line up for the event. The inventiveness and co-operation of the team was commendable. Our friends at Blip Productions took the lead on decorating our venue, they provided us with professional standard lighting, creating an atmosphere that surpassed what we had envisioned. The feedback from our clubbers appreciably remarked how amazing the decor that we put together had been, transforming Jersey’s musical playground into our very own jungle. ‘The Watersplash’ team have always supported our cause and provide us with friendly staff that enable the events to run smoothly, this was another sell-out event, meaning donations skyrocketed once again.

By the time our third event rolled around, we were close to £80,000 in donations. A large proportion of this was acquired through appearances at various Island events where we had been allocated stalls to sell our Peas & Glove merchandise. We had now become a recognised charity within the local community, our team was continually growing, finding new and exciting ways to raise money. Subsequent to the earthquake in Nepal, an islander named Sheri Burt set up a scheme in order to help the victims by dancing for 100 days, our team at Peas & Glove joined her on the 42nd day of her project. This demonstrates the strong connection between charities in our community and how awareness can be raised for more than one cause mutually. We also collaborated with ‘Groove De Lecq’ festival, whose proceeds were directed to charities such as ‘Autism Jersey’, ‘Headway Jersey’ and the ‘British Heart Foundation’.

Last summer’s event was actually split into two days, firstly we hosted a club event featuring the popular Drum and Bass artists, ’Pendulum’. The following weekend we held the main Peas & Glove event which mirrored the previous year but on a bigger scale. We especially focused on demonstrating the vast array of local talent that Jersey has to offer. The centre of the promenade was occupied by an outdoor stage and to either side of this were skateboarders and trials bikers, showing off their skills whilst live music blared through the speakers. Throughout the day people flocked in numbers to enjoy yet another incredible day, it’s success drove us over the £100,000 mark, an amount that nobody involved could have ever envisaged.

The outreach that has been achieved not only within our community, but around the world continues to astonish all of us. Islanders who have made a conscious effort to spread Olly’s story have allowed our organisation to grow in places we could never have imagined. Even the smallest contributions such as wearing our t-shirts create further awareness. Personally, a highlight of our journey would have to be when Sparkz from Manchester’s Mouse Outfit and Levelz represented by wearing a Peas & Glove hoody in two different music videos. These videos have acquired hundreds of thousands of views on various social media platforms.

At this point in time, we are able to facilitate specialist treatment that would not have been available to Olly beforehand. He now benefits from the support of a cranio-oesteopath who visits him weekly, this has provided detailed insight into his condition and the improvements he continues to make. With the new advances in technology the money raised has been used to purchase state of the art ‘Eye Gaze’ equipment which will hopefully enable Olly to communicate and control his environment. Recently we have upgraded to a bespoke powered wheelchair which will play a vital role in terms of his mobility. Controls on the chair will eventually help Olly to stand in an upright position independently.

“QEF is a truly wonderful and amazing place for Olly. It provides the best, professional neuro-rehabilitation care that Olly needs 24 hours a day, that Jersey simply cant offer.”

The above statement is from Matt Daly, a close friend of Olly’s who we considered an inspiration to all of us at Peas & Glove. Before Olly’s accident, the pair could regularly be seen spending time together jamming on their guitars whilst Olly beatboxed and sung to the tunes. He recounted Olly as being “a genuine, loving, caring young lad, who would do anything to cheer someone up when they were having a bad day. He could always succeeded in putting a smile on their faces”. We have always had a very close knit group of friends who would spend countless hours enjoying each others company and laughing till the sun went down over the beach. Olly acted as a brother to all who knew him. Matt constantly demonstrates the significance of what that bond means to us through the actions he has taken since the accident. He frequently visits Olly, living in the guest cottage of QEF and devotes months of his time assisting the staff to aid in his friend’s recovery. His experience of the staff at QEF highlights their focus on what Olly can achieve, rather than what can not be achieved. He witnesses the various activities they engage in with Olly, learning how they can specifically improve his condition. With this information he is then able to report any progress back to the group at home.

QEF offers a diverse range of one-to-one support programmes tailored to help improve cognition, communication, physical, social and functional abilities; and vocational skills. Their specialist services are delivered by a highly experienced interdisciplinary team of healthcare professionals. The team is composed of a consultant in rehabilitation medicine, specialist nurses, neurotherapists: physiotherapists, speech and language therapists, occupational therapists, neuropsychologists, a vocational support team, and Art and Music tutors.

Peas and Glove collected an official accolade for our achievements towards the end of last year. Brontey won the ‘Angel of Jersey’ award after being nominated by Caroline Evans (Olly’s mother) for her continued support to the family. She described this as being “a real honour to be recognised and something I cannot wait to share with Olly in the future.” Alongside the award, she was granted with £1,000 which was spent on travel arrangements for a group of Olly’s closest friends to visit him. Everyone who attended spent an afternoon with him at Brighton’s Sealife centre, followed by a music session at QEF the next day. As Christmas was just around the corner, everyone was thrilled to have the opportunity to celebrate with Olly whilst allowing him to be near the pleasant beach environment. The award not only marks yet another milestone in our journey, but also displays the kind sentiment of Brontey and all those who continue to contribute to Peas and Glove at every given opportunity. Without the support of the community, we could never have come this far, therefore it seems fitting to finish with Paul’s summary of our journey.

“Peas & Glove has further introduced me to who Olly was, the life he led away from his family and the love he had for those who he spent time with. Through my involvement in Peas & Glove I have gained access to people I would have never met. I have made new friendships and acquaintances with people I would otherwise never have crossed paths with. I have learned even more about his character and attitude and actually, it made me even more proud of him than I was already - and that was always high anyway.”