Last week, we said goodbye to our beautiful Nisha.
She came to us as a rescue, after being found as a stray, and became a deeply loved part of our family, and part of the music too, appearing quietly in so many of the cottage videos.
Thank you to everyone who noticed her, asked about her, and loved her from afar.
The music in the video is called “Nisha”, it's a melody we used to sing it to her at home during Covid lockdown, and I later recorded it on my album Solace.
She was deeply loved. We miss her so much
Doubling class sizes for children with additional care and educational needs and without any additional resources to go with it doesn’t sound like progress to me
I’ve published a preprint on Autistic Shame. It’s not an easy read.
Shame is the hidden link between the stigma autistic people face & the mental health crisis in our community. This is my attempt to name it, trace it, & point toward how we can address it
https://t.co/mZ7W4QPwpK
@GarNob There's 6 kids from Tallaght going to school in a special class in Rathmines. And 6 kids in Rathmines going to special school class in Tallaght. You couldn't make it up.
📣 TPL Event
📍"MCA Best Practice Day"
Co-hosted by NCSE and Middletown Centre for Autism.
🗓️ Tuesday 12 May 2026
🏨 Shoreline Hotel, Donabate, Co. Dublin
Registration: https://t.co/izhhJkVNzK
See attached for more details.
Link for event is in Linktree in our bio on Instagram
Today we celebrate women and girls who shape our families, communities and country and recommit to building a more equal Ireland.
Ar Lá Idirnáisiúnta na mBan, tá súil agam go bhfásfaidh gach cailín aníos i dtír ina bhfuil gach deis os a comhair.
https://t.co/spQY5dptwk
We need to regulate before we relate and reason. If we are dysregulated, it becomes contagious.
We need to be calm and then model our response.
We can use our parasympathetic nervous system to help co- regulate someone else's sympathetic nervous system response. 🧠🌱
1946, No Strings Attached
A busking cellist claims his patch of Lower Pembroke Street, bow flying, chin set, as if Carnegie Hall were just beyond the petrol pumps of W.G. Wilcox & Co. The small tin at his feet stands ready for tokens of appreciation.
📷 Willem van de Pol
📢 Post-Primary Autism Class Teachers, SNAs, Leaders & Parents
📅 23 Feb 26 | ⏰ 7–8:30 PM|💻Zoom|💰Free
Open Q & A on Post-Primary Autism Classes — bring your questions about practice, planning & support with an experienced autism class coordinator.
🔗 https://t.co/S7H69KYOuz
Maybe government should just start trusting and listening to parents, SNA’s and schools and there wouldn’t be so many policy errors and mistakes made.
Review of SNA allocations paused, says Minister https://t.co/i889MDQX4N via @rte
On this day in 1984 a terrified, freezing 15- year-old schoolgirl called Ann Lovett was crouched in the fetal position, in agony, at the grotto of the Virgin Mary in Granard, Co. Longford.
But whilst this child is certainly innocent and worthy of help, and this is a place where pious people come to seek assistance from Our Lady, her desperate prayers will not be answered that lonely night.
Amid the darkness and cold, Ann will give birth to a stillborn baby. Compounding that unimaginable tragedy which occurred in this dreary garden of Gethsemane, just hours later the teenage mother will also perish in Mullingar hospital.
Although barbaric scenes like this have played out countless times in "modern" Ireland, this instance captured the country's imagination. The 80s were a more media-savvy age than ever and with the added symbolic poignancy of the grotto was impossible to ignore.
The town of Granard, then only a rural village of 1,285 souls reacted in a variety of ways to these horrific events. Ireland, let alone rural Ireland, in 1984 was practically a religious theocracy. The Catholic Church and conservative outlooks born of generations of poverty strangled the lives of people in general but women and girls in particular.
Some locals were aware of Ann's pregnancy. Gardaí have never revealed how a visibly pregnant schoolgirl could leave a classroom on a freezing rainy winter's day. Everyone had failed this girl and baby boy, from the nuclear family unit all the way up to Leinster House.
Four months before that fateful night, two-thirds of the country had voted in an abortion referendum to enshrine the "right to life" of the unborn in the constitution, without adequately clarifying what happened when this clashed with the constitutional "right to life" of the mother. Ann's deceased infant boy was posthumously baptised Pat. The two innocents, the child, and her child, were buried together in the same coffin.
It was obvious this very homegrown horror story would become a religious and political football for parties on both sides who didn't give a damn about women or babies. But when the handful of female TDs and activists attempted to speak out for victims, they were roundly ignored in favour of a soundbite from a bishop, or a geriatric male politician.
Despite Minister of State for Women's Affairs and Family Law Nuala Fennell making a passionate plea in the Dáil for an inquiry, none materialised. However, amid the sanctimonious accusations and assignations of blame real social progress took root.
The closest Irish society came to openly dissecting the issue was on The Gay Byrne Hour radio show.
Hundreds of people, mostly women, wrote in to talk about their experiences and their hopes for change.
I’m 90 years old, and I recently adopted a 14-year-old dog named Benson. His previous family asked the shelter to euthanize him, just because he was “too old” and they didn’t want him anymore. The shelter refused, believing he still had plenty of life left..
Most people thought someone my age shouldn’t be adopting a pet, but when I heard his story, I knew I had to meet him.
The moment I walked into the shelter, Benson leaned his head into my chest like he already knew me. A senior dog and a senior woman.. somehow, we just connected.
Now, Benson follows me from room to room, naps beside me, and wears little sweaters to keep warm. People say I rescued him, but the truth is… Benson rescued me from loneliness. Together, we’re giving each other a calm, loving final chapter.
~Amelie