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My website is about my life stories and Neurodivergent others who have a brain that works differently I was properly  diagnosed with Asperger's ADD in my middle 60s, with other issues I found out along the way. At the time my doctor thought I was bipolar she was kind enough to send me to a specialist who worked with autism. I had been through a terrible experience in a lot of pain physically, mentally, emotionally and lost my way. Pain can do that and when you are very sensitive and on pain killers you do not feel like yourself. What got me the through the difficult time I had a business to run that got me out of bed and on my feet. I had clients who relied on me and being conscientious I didn't want to let them down, I did have to let some of them go Iwasn't able to work those long hours.   I had by this time put three videos together with my son's help about Girls & Females with Asperger's & Learning Disabilities and put them on YouTube in 2011 and 2012. Back then there was nothing about females like me who loved makeup and wanted to be glamorous and they were masking trying to fit in. I was bullied shamed by some adults, kids and teachers at school because I couldn't read. I always felt different and was ostracised because of it. I remember when starting school always having nose bleeds my mum would give me a hanky and my brother when older didn't want to be seen with me, I don't blame him. I had to wear these ugly National Health glasses with a patch over my good eye and I was extremely thin looked like the cartoon charter Olive Oyl in Popeye. In middles school that was the worse was followed home from school by boys and girls teased bullied being called names and laughed at.  I'd run home crying and my mum would tell me the story of the Ugly Duckling growing into a beautiful swan.  

My mother told me about this incident when we first moved into our council flat in 1954 a young girl who lived a couple of doors down was playing with me in my bedroom my mother happened to walk by and heard this little girl tormenting me and I was saying please don't go I will give you my toy. My mum came into the room and wasn't very pleased how this girl was treating me. In a stern voice said young lady it's time for you to go home. I was begging her please mummy no I don't want her to go I want to have a friend, the girl did leave. My mother got on her knees and looked me in my eyes and said I have that story in my novel. I had gone to her place the previous week and loved how her daddy would treat her making a big fuss of her, he'd put her on his knee and I could see how caring and loving her daddy was towards his little girl and wishing my daddy would be like that with me. 

We were on a waiting list to get into social housing after the Second World War and there was no housing for the working class poor and we were living in a rest centre, an old run down victorian house with other families. Back in the 50s they didn't know about these disorders and when my mother tried to get help for me when starting school she was told I would grow out of it. I couldn't read and I left school without an education and  didn't know I was dyslexic. Being working class they thought being a girl you would get married and have children, education wasn't important. It didn't help my situation when starting school having to wear those ugly National Health  glasses with a Band Aid over the frame of my good eye. I had a stigma they called it a lazy eye, yes I wasn't born right, I can laugh now but back then I was full of anxiety and shame. The working class British way you just got on with it.  I also had to wear braces my front teeth were  protruding,  can you imagine what I looked like. In the 50s working class children didn't get their teeth fixed where we were living and having a mother like mind she was determined I was going to do well not be a shrinking violet and knew if you were attractive you did get treated better in life. She was right and taught me manners and tried to get me to walk with a book on top of my head because I walked with my head down that didn't last long the book kept falling hitting the ground.

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She never gave up on me knew I was a different type of child from the day I was born she had problems with me, said I wouldn't breast feed. I know why now being so highly sensitive a StarSeed baby coming to this planet reborn to learn my life lessons and oh did I ever. Even in my mother's  womb I felt the stress she was enduring with my father's demeanour. He was tall, dark and handsome man a Scotsman a different type of fella, my mother had never met anyone like this before. He intrigued her and walking to the beat of his own drum, couldn't show any love or affection towards his wife and children. Yes she married him thinking she could change him, it doesn't work as she found out and had many stresses. Thank goodness she was a Lancaster lass from Manchester and she could tell some great jokes turning them into stores having that great sense of humour of hers. She'd  have people in stitches laughing their heads off, she was the class clown in school and there was a reason for this.....

They didn't know about PDST and these other disorders like Neurodivergent and when the men coming back from the Second World War. The atrocities they must have seen and had gone through, that had to have change them and that's another story and have all of that in one of my novels. Their generation never talked their feelings out, it was bottled up inside of them and of course they didn't know any better. My grandparents on my mother's side, that generation had it even tougher being working class and that's how the elites wanted it to stay, us as slaves. Bring pharmaceutical drugs and having to rely on them, yes we need them sometimes and there are other ways to stay healthy and strong. New technology  is always coming out but they wanted to erase us and how do you do that? By starting wars and propaganda in newspapers, magazines, the movies, radio then television. We are brainwashed and causing chaos trying to divide and conquer, separating the people instead of coming together as one!​​​