I’ve been quietly working on something recently, and it’s reached the point where I can finally say it out loud.
I’m writing a book.
It doesn’t have a finished title yet, and it doesn’t need one right now — but it has a heart, a shape, and a very clear emotional centre. It’s rooted in UK 90s and 00s childhood nostalgia: TV shows, VHS tapes, magazines, pop music, early internet spaces… all the things that made growing up feel comforting, confusing, joyful, and intense.
It’s also deeply personal.
This book is about growing up autistic without the language to explain it. About finding safety in repetition, routine, and familiar media. About loving things deeply, being overwhelmed by invisible rules, and slowly realising that you weren’t “too much” or “doing it wrong” — you were just navigating the world differently.
Some chapters are joyful and nostalgic. Some are reflective. Some made me laugh while writing them, and some surprised me by being more emotional than I expected. All of them are written with kindness — especially toward the version of me who didn’t yet know why certain things felt so important.
Right now, this project exists quietly and imperfectly. It’s still being written. It’s still becoming itself. But I already love it — and that feels like a good sign.
I’ll share more when it’s ready. For now, I just wanted to say: something is happening here, and I’m really excited about it.
Thanks for being here while I build it 💖
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