Hi. I’m Bee.
Neurodivergent. Midlife. Mid-meltdown.
Australian. And absolutely fucking over it.
I’m autistic, ADHD as hell, traumatised to the cellular level, and permanently exhausted from masking in a world that apparently runs on small talk and fluorescent lighting. I’m also a social worker—which means yes, I’ve seen some shit both professionally and personally, and somehow still find the strength to show up, even when I’m two sips away from going feral.
This blog isn’t here to inspire you. It exists because I needed a place to scream into the void without being told to “calm down” or “use a feelings chart.”
If you’re after Pinterest quotes, pastel graphics, or “five ways to boost your vibe”—I’m not your girl.
But if you:
- Are neurodivergent, traumatised, or just plain fucking tired
- Are holding yourself together with meds, gallows humour, and a beverage you forgot to finish
- Want a space where brutal honesty, righteous rage, and dark humour coexist
—then welcome home.
Fair warning: I might take forever to respond, or not at all… because honestly, I’ll mentally respond to you and think I already did.
I write because I have to. Because stuffing it all into a mental shoebox labelled “It’s fine, I’m fine” stopped working. Because survival deserves to be witnessed, not hidden. I’m god damned sick of being silenced for other people’s comfort.
So this is me. Unmasked. Unfiltered. Unapologetic.
Still here. Still pissed off. Still processing.
And if that makes you uncomfortable?
Good. It probably means you’ve been too comfortable for too long.
—Bee
What I Never Said Out Loud 