When my mother left Dublin in 1946, just before her 18th birthday, to come to England to start her nursing training, the word “Autism” had only just been invented. Last week, 70 years later, I was delighted and honoured to
An Inspirational Evening
Cloak and daggery, mystery Twitter Direct Messages and finally a Top Secret Email that forbade me to tell anyone anything until the night itself. How wonderfully exciting! Except for two things. I’m the world’s biggest chatterbox and the worst secret-keeper
