Hating OCD: and it’s not a diagnosed problem for me

I really feel for those of you with OCD as a diagnosed condition. Mine is a by-product of other difficulties, but it sucks. At the moment I’m so tired of having to retrace my steps to give the very centre of my door knobs a final push. And touching the edge of the lever handles.Continue reading “Hating OCD: and it’s not a diagnosed problem for me”

Do number patterns regulate your day?

Just like the rhyme3 – 6 – 9work for me every time. Actually, any multiple of 3 is good. I feel more settled in a café when my table number, or the food order number, has a root of 3. When setting the cooker timer I choose the closest 3-root number to that required forContinue reading “Do number patterns regulate your day?”

Surviving a Literary Festival

I have been very quiet for a week now. For the last three years I have come to the Hay Literary and Arts Festival and it is always a roller-coaster week. The difference this year is that I know why. The reasons are the usual suspects: noise overload, people overload, changing routine, uncertainty over whatContinue reading “Surviving a Literary Festival”

Daily habits to get me through

Routines – knowing what’s happening, what’s going to happen, what’s expected of me – are all vital to keep me on kilter. It’s often quite difficult to keep others on side with this need. Things happen. Some are vaguely expected, some are totally unexpected, and others fall somewhere in between. So I benefit from havingContinue reading “Daily habits to get me through”

Triggers: a poem about sudden changes

What pulls the trigger, flicks the switch? Turns me into devil or witch? All that’s positive, all that’s good banished to hell and bathed in blood. Search for balance, search for worth, ways to banish the inner curse, seek the good of self before birth. Before rejection – before the pain before abuse and negativeContinue reading “Triggers: a poem about sudden changes”