I Am Not Temple Grandin. Autistic Regression and Fluid Adaptation. Acceptance as a Well Being Practice.

Why just tell a story when you can show it? July 1, 2015. Several weeks ago, my family received news that one of our pet dogs, True, had fallen pregnant. A curious mass of black and yellow. Rosa pointed out a small and .

Random musings from a Highland mother. Echolalia and The Medicine Show. I do love my music. With the exception of death metal and some of the more heavy rap, I pretty much enjoy everything depending on my mood. Actually, we did go .

I am becoming obsessed with the stuff. Yes, I kept stroking my own hair! Even my mum remarked that my hair looked nice.

My name is Simon Knight, a Special School teacher and Deputy Head who has been working in Special Education at Frank Wise School. I am fortunate enough to work at an incredibly inspiring school with colleagues who are remarkable in their relentless pursuit of excellence and who have an unflinching belief in ensuring that every child is enabled to be the best that they can be. It is as a result of the opportunities that working here has given me that I am able to write this blog.

One day at a time.

The Death of British Steel This weeks events at Port Talbot has signalled the beginning of the end of British steel production, centuries old traditions lost as the furnaces begin to ebb away, never to be fired up again.

I have not written on here for a long time. This has not been my intention. It is not a good sign, or a bad sign. It just means that into my post redundancy idleness came journalism, which takes over your life.

What did I do next? When Katie took a wrong turn. The last few weeks have been a continued cycle of oncology and waiting. For some reason, they seem to think that sending you away for 6 weeks, after dumping a pile of bollocking news on your lap, an acceptable practice. Which in turn has set off the plural effusion in her lung again.