Ever Notice You Can Suddenly Get Things Done… When Someone Else Is Around? You’ve been stuck for hours. Avoiding the task.Overthinking the task.Feeling frozen by the task. Then somebody walks into the room… And suddenly your brain starts cooperating. That’s not laziness. That’s called 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴. If this helped you understand body doubling in neurodiversity, explore the rest of the A–Z of Neurodiversity (Round 2) for real talk, real life, no fluff. And if you’re navigating this as a mum or for yourself, you’re welcome inside Mums Embracing Neurodiversity 💗

I left her alone in the villa for the evening. Something I have never, ever done. Not because I didn't want to — because she couldn't bear it. Her whole nervous system wouldn't allow it. Until Bali. 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 Back in Bedford, I couldn't go out and do anything independently for more than an hour. Lily became fearful, scared, overwhelmed about being on her own. She wouldn't leave the house without someone with her. She couldn't be left in the house alone. Her anxiety was constant. Her outbursts were frequent. Her nervous system was dysregulated for most of her life — and we tried everything. Everything the UK had to offer. For years. 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞 Within the first week of being in Bali, I noticed something very different about Lily. Her outbursts were much less. Her overwhelm was much less. And her anxiety had more or less disappeared. I went shopping because she didn't want to come. I was out for a good couple of hours. She was perfectly fine. The first full weekend, I was invited out with friends for the evening. No children. I was nervous — this wasn't something I'd ever done. I went anyway. And she was happy to be left at the villa on her own. She didn't feel scared. She didn't feel overwhelmed. She didn't feel unsafe. That is huge. For a child whose nervous system has been so dysregulated for most of her life — that is enormous. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟 In five weeks, Lily has gone out on her own. Navigated crossing busy streets by herself. Got on the back of a motorbike with people she doesn't know. Been left at home alone in the evening. Gone to music events she's never experienced before. Gone to bars she's never experienced before. I asked her — would you have thought five weeks ago that you'd do any of this? A resounding no. She couldn't have imagined it. And honestly? Neither could I. I could dream it. I could hope for it. But to actually be living it, experiencing it, watching it happen in real time — fuck me. It's surreal. It's unreal. It is just so igniting.

She was still in her UK tracksuit when we landed in Bali. I'd told her to change on the plane. She didn't. The heat hit us like a wall the second we stepped off and I thought — yeah. That's about right. Nothing about this was going to go smoothly. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗡𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗦 𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗 Just before we got to passport control, I realised I hadn't done Lily's entrance forms. In all the chaos of leaving — the packing, the goodbyes, the absolute state of the last few weeks — I'd forgotten something completely basic. So there we were, standing in a queue at Denpasar airport, me on my phone frantically filling in forms so we could actually enter the country we'd just flown twelve hours to get to. And then the passport control officer looked at Lily's 30-day visa, looked at my two-year visa, and said — why has she only got 30 days if you've got two years? I could feel the panic rising. Shit. Are they going to turn us away? Have I done all of this and we're not even going to get through the door? Every worst case scenario hit me at once — and if you've got an AuDHD brain, you'll know that is not a small number of worst case scenarios. He let us through with a big smile. 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗟𝗜𝗟𝗬'𝗦 𝗦𝗨𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗔𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 We got to baggage collection and her suitcase had burst open on the plane. It was wrapped in a clear bag. The staff were lovely about it — came straight over, asked us to check everything, said they'd file a missing items report if needed. Luckily nothing was gone. But we were two big suitcases, two backpacks, two handbags, both sweating, Lily absolutely roasting in that tracksuit, and I'm thinking — we haven't even left the airport yet. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟 Our driver was a friend of our usual driver — lovely, really lovely. And the drive from Denpasar to Ubud, I just kept looking out the window. The statues. The greenery. The people on motorbikes carrying things you genuinely cannot believe are on a motorbike. It was surreal. Beautiful. Like nothing I'd ever seen in real life before, only in pictures I'd been staring at for fifteen years.

The last few days have been a bit of a whirlwind. I've been out cold, basically. 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗬 I started to feel a little bit unwell last week, and that progressed and ended up with me having to go to a Bali clinic to be seen. I've got a kidney infection, which has completely wiped me out. 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪, 𝗜 𝗔𝗟𝗦𝗢 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗦 — 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗧 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡𝗩𝗢𝗟𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗠 I've got to say, the clinic here was amazing. The fact that I've got endometriosis meant that they wanted to do some thorough tests to make sure that the infection was just that and not something to do with the endometriosis, causing problems with my ureter, kidneys, and bladder. I got seen really quickly, and they were very kind and caring, and their English was amazing. While at the clinic, I had blood tests, urine tests, and kidney tests done, and the results for these were back the same day — literally hours later. 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗧 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 — 𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗞 In the UK, if you have blood tests or anything, you have to wait at least 5 days to get the results, and you have to be called in. Here, they just WhatsApped me with the results, broke it all down for the medical jargon, and gave me advice based on that, which was really helpful. They took into consideration my endometriosis, and we had a conversation about where it has been known to be in my body and what it has been known to have affected, so they could make a clearer diagnosis. I think this is really positive. Back in the UK, I would have just been told, "You've got an infection. Deal with it. Here's your antibiotics. Get on with it." Here, they were really good and really considerate of everything. They didn't just look at the one thing; they looked at everything together to make sure they were giving the right diagnosis and the right treatment plan as well. That's a huge difference from the UK.