I don’t know why I’ve stayed here. It’s all over for me. That’s why I did it. What am I scared of now? I let it out, why don’t I feel free? I rubbed myself all over with Bio-Oil; my partner used to use it on her stretch marks, on her tits, after puberty made […]
Read More WaitingIf autism is a superpower, as I’ve heard some people remark, I hope people understand the full implication of that statement; all superheroes have dark pasts and a plethora of weaknesses. Being too accepting of autism by imagining it to be a superpower without drawbacks is to deny the reality of the situation, which is […]
Read More Autism as a SuperpowerI know I should go in there and stop him. I also know that no one knows I am at this end of the ward. He is hanging there, I should untie him… I’m not his primary nurse though, she should be checking on him. I just came to this end of the ward for […]
Read More Paid to CareSabrina was glad she hadn’t worked out her inner thighs that week, it didn’t ache as she tensed them and crushed his ‘pussy’ grabbing mitts.
Read More Trump’s Take on a ShakeAs a child, Sabrina loved Barbies. She used to pull their heads off and shove them down onto beheaded Ken dolls. Even then, her vocation was clear.
Read More Bodybuilder BarbieAnother diversion from the world of Sabrina Di’Anno with a piece inspired by my experiences as a social pariah…
Read More Processor Fault TestSomething a bit different from my usual fiction. An mini autobiographical piece focusing on my autism and mental health issues.
Read More Autism, Sensory Processing Disorder and Why I feel Safer on a Psychiatric Ward than in My Own HomeMy mother is a dragon,Deep be the fear in you fluttering gutIf you cross her she will batheIn a glut of your disembodied limbs, blood and the stretch of your guttering bowels. Fierce is her face,The helmet of a valkyrieMoulded to her cruel visage,For she is the Morrigun, ready to pluck your eyes, to swallow […]
Read More MotherHow many times can you punch a wall? Once, usually, not that it is usual, not normal anyway, maybe usual for some…but once is enough to break your fist or window or whatever, enough to calm your rage a bit, so you don’t hit the person you really want to. Then there are those times, […]
Read More Excerpt from a Psych WardThis scene is taking too long. It’s getting dark; we’ve wasted the Golden and the Blue hours. I don’t want to carry on, but we’re close to wrapping and if we finish today we don’t have to pay the extras for tomorrow. As the fools who choose to take royalties instead of wages there is […]
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