About this blog
One of my earliest memories is of playing a 78rpm recording of Harry Belafonte's Mary's Boy Child, over and over again, on our old gramophone player. I must have been about three years of age. It gave me such excitement to listen to the song, and inspired me to follow the life and teachings of Jesus from a very early age. Playing the song now, so many years later, evokes the memory in me that I have of that child I was back then: an innocent, open to love and kindness and a kind of gentle caring and understanding which has, I have to confess, made things difficult for me at times. I've understood in the last year that I'm an empath, and it's been a problem for much of my life. Like many people on the autism spectrum, I have had problems with relationships because, contrary to popular beliefs about people on the autism spectrum having no empathy for others, the opposite is true: my empathy is something I can't turn off. It's overwhelming, and it has bee