Walking up to the Clapham Common bandstand to leave flowers for Sarah Everard and her loved ones. The daffodils have come out. They are lining Poynders Road as though representing every woman who would like to bear witness and stand for her, and can’t today.
I am seeing so many people carrying bouquets and quietly walking the same way.
People are threading their bouquets through the Clapham Common bandstand and already it is making the most beautiful monument to Sarah Everard and to all who knew and loved her.
Video struggling to load so in the meantime here is a picture of the bouquets at the Bandstand and more to come throughout the day. A beautiful tribute, monument even, to Sarah Everard and all who knew and loved her.
A little boy in a football strip just deposited a bouquet, watched by his parents. Pairs of women of all ages stand and watch and think. Parents and families dropping off flowers, building something, doing the only thing we can do.
A vigil is happening anyway. The sun is out. The flowers are so bright and beautiful.
Need to walk the dog now but the police have slowly started to arrive (very sensibly, women officers at a fairly even split) and are standing at a discreet distance.
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A moment of pleasure today: my ADHD doctor is releasing me into the care of my GP as my treatment is stable
He said something that I think should be said to anyone diagnosed as an adult. "You have achieved so much without support and you should be really proud of yourself." 🏆
(how incredibly fitting that I wrote that tweet originally with a massive typo in it 🙄)
Part of me wonders what my life would have been like if I'd been diagnosed as a child. BUT! I started senior school in 1993. The diagnostic criteria for women only really changed in 2013.
It was incredible to realise that the shopping list of everything "wrong" with me – binge eating disorder, problem drinking, insomnia, depression, anxiety etc etc – were comorbidities of ADHD – and sadly less so that it took women talking about it online to realise what I had.