This is the space for anyone who’s been dismissed, gaslit, or left waiting years for a diagnosis. I share what medical trauma actually does to your nervous system, how to prep for appointments as an act of self-protection, not being “extra,” and the long road to finally being believed.
Includes my own EDS and FND diagnosis story — years of not being believed, and what it felt like when someone finally was.
I remember the exact moment the guilt nearly swallowed me whole. It was a Tuesday afternoon, and my body felt like it was being crushed by a lead weight. My FND was flaring, my joints were screaming, and all my six-year-old wanted was for me to get on the floor and build a Lego castle….
You know that feeling when everything is too much? The TV is too loud. The lights are too bright. Your kid is asking you the same question for the fifteenth time. The dog is barking. Someone left the tap dripping. And your body is screaming…
Let’s be honest: healing trauma while parenting is like trying to rebuild a house while living in it during a storm. You’re patching holes in your own foundation whilst simultaneously building a safe structure for your kids. And some days? Some days you’re just trying…
Nobody tells you this part: parenting with chronic illness means doing invisible calculations all day long. Not cute “mummy maths”. The relentless kind. The kind where you’re counting spoons, scanning your body for warning signs, and deciding whether you can afford to use your last…
Let’s be honest. Nobody tells you that healing trauma while parenting feels like trying to rebuild a house whilst living in it during a bloody cyclone. You’re already running on empty. You’re touched out, overwhelmed, and questioning every parenting decision whilst trying to process your…