This article is inspired by a recent article on the systems that harm , written by Helen Edgar from Autistic Realms . Once upon a time, the world was inhabited by magical creatures who lived in holloways and hiding places, under tree boughs and at the bottom of wells, in the little pockets of villages and towns where you would have to seek them out to find them. You may have heard of some of them in stories - the green man, the jubilant sparrow, the naughty king, the boats of

There is said to be a lake in the depths of Wales, a lake so dark that it would pull you in until your thoughts disintegrated and scattered across the watery universe. People had heard tales about the lake, that it had been tested and they couldn’t find the bottom of it. It is surrounded by dark walls of rock, and guards secrets close to its elusive heart. Winter, Llyn Dulyn by Charles Potter (1832–1907) The fish, they say, never kept if you caught one – they were thin and l

Once upon a time a baby was born. She was delivered in lamplight and her voice which pierced the veil of listening ears, was welcomed and celebrated. The crib rocked and held the little one, glad at last that it had its role fulfilled in holding her and soothing her as her tiny fingers and toes explored the world. Outside in the night, the bird song wove a tapestry of longing, wishing that this child would one day follow their voices to the valley of truth. At this time thoug