My Wonderland

There’s something about showers... They’re meant to be peaceful! But for so many of us, it’s where reality seeps in. I’ve cried in the shower, y ou probably have too. Girls will especially get it when I say I’ve sat on the actual floor. The water as scalding as possible burning my skin to the point I look like a beetroot (men can never understand this🤣), and sobbing for an hour because it was the only place I could fall apart without feeling like I owed anyone an explanation,  where you can admit you’re not coping. And lately as I’m helping Kaedyn shower, I’ve realised it means something entirely different for him. Kaedyn cries in the shower too, but not for the same reasons.  He cries because he can’t be in there alone or  get himself in or out or control the direction or pressure.  He can’t scrub his own hair or  judge if the rinse was enough to stop weeks of itchy dandruff hell. Every tiny decision has to be filtered through someone else’s hands.  “Is t...

 Nobody ever warned me about the pre-pubescent tweenager . People love to toss around clichés about the terrible twos and moody teens, but this in-between stage...This half-baked prequel, where hormones are now ruling my entire household! I wasn't ready then, and I'm still not ready now, and I fear I'll never master that level of emotional organisation. Now, add disability to the mix. Moods aren’t just moods... they’re full-blown plot twists. One second we’re laughing over a silly YouTube video, the next we’ve got storm clouds rolling in with potential tornadoes and torrential mood swings... and it’s not 'bad behavior', it’s exhaustion. It’s the tight schedules, school demands, someone who worded their sentence the wrong way, and now Kaedyn is out for blood and carnage... But it's because everything is changing in ways that feel confusing and heavy, and the looming horror of more change, more confusion, and just being completely overwhelmed because he's exp...

It’s been a minute since I blogged and I swear this week I’ve lived at least three completely separate lives. I should be entitled to three separate paychecks at this point. Life One... parent Dante and Phil are off in NZ (having a cute little vacay while I rot here, thanks guys) so it’s been me and Kaedyn vs the world. Life Two, the informal caregiver Kaedyn’s in an intensive therapy program which basically means I’m on triple shift duty...caregiver, PA,Starbucks retriever. I even pulled my shoulder and flared my old tendonitis so my chiro got to give me the speech today. “You need to look after yourself.” Hahaha, okay, let me just pencil in self care between physio, parenting, meltdowns, and late night existential crises. Life Three... The escapist aka the reader By night, when sane people are asleep, I’ve been writhing (yes WRITHING) through Paladia within Alchemised. That fucking book!! Like… 5 stars, masterpiece!!! my soul belongs to it now, I have been changed by it, but also... ...

So let’s take a little trip back in time and halfway across the world to when I was about eight years old. I went to visit the motherland...the Philippines. Specifically, my mum’s village. Not the touristy resort vibes, the real deal. Dirt roads, open sewage, stone houses, the smell of cooking oil and guava trees in the air. Now there were times when I saw snakes slithering through the sewage, this was rough! We were there for five weeks, a nd somewhere between playing with cousins, dodging the humidity in shopping centres, and surviving on Jollibee, I became violently ill. Apparently possessed. My cousins wouldn't come near me! Like… couldn’t lift an arm kind of ill. Not just “kids get bugs” sick. Could have been anything, virus, a pissed of duwende, but I was not functional. One of my uncles carried me down the narrow laneway near my Lola’s house. I remember that walk, it was more of a sprint. We ended up in a home that looked ancient, cold grey stone, candlelight flickering on b...

So, while we’re on the topic of creepy, and since we've already had a spotlight on Kaedyn the ghost magnet, and me the possessed, let me introduce you to Dante...or Gemma? Dante is sweet. Dante is clever. Dante is also, apparently, not from around here... Let’s rewind to when Dante was three. This tiny human toddles up to me one day and, with all the casual confidence in the world and says: “My name is Gemma. I was shot. I was fighting in a war.” I’m sorry, WHAT?! He dropped that bombshell like he was telling me what he had for lunch. Meanwhile, I was standing there like a ghost had just slapped me. Of course, woo-woo me kicks in immediately. I ask questions because my curiosity has piqued. Which war? When? Where? How? I don’t get all the answers. But he mentions Halloween. That night, I’m lying in bed, and this has been sitting with me all day so naturally I google... Halloween...war! The Vietnam War began on November 1st. Yep. Halloween, almost! I didn’t go digging through milita...

Alright, besties...light a candle, grab your crystals, and grab your trusty cat or dog to protect you, these will get a little creepier over the next few days if your into the spooks. It’s time to let a little of the crazy out into the air. You might think I’m totally nutty by the end of this (or just nuttier than usual), but hey—what’s life without a little supernatural spice? Let’s talk about Kaedyn. Now, if you know my kid, you know he’s sharp. But what you might not know is… I’m convinced he has a sixth sense. Legit. I’ve always believed that when you lose one thing, you're gifted something else. Some unseen force steps in to balance the scales. And in Kaedyn’s case, it’s the veil. The other side. The woo-woo realm that none of us can explain. He doesn’t see them much now. Thank God, but when he was younger, he saw things. And not the "oops I left the laundry basket in the hallway and scared myself" kind of things. No. Real things. The kind that makes your arm hairs s...