Yesterday afternoon, an incident occurred near my work desk that made me realize the importance of post-traumatic therapy. While not excessively traumatic, it took me some time to grasp the impact of what I witnessed. I didn't recognize the signs of someone about to have an epileptic fit. I was both embarrassed and angry with myself. I... Continue Reading →
[…] with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet I…
[…] Living with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet…