It Only Took Eight Years…

Last week, I had a little moment – relating to being autistic – that just utterly made my week, my month… you get the idea. And I wanted to share that on here.

Sometimes it feels like medical professionals just don’t get it and it’s easy to feel pressured into making decisions that we wouldn’t necessarily have made had our needs been understood and had we been given more time to think about it. But then something like this happens and it just… makes me feel hopeful, I guess. That things will get better, that people will become more aware and more understanding.


If you’ve been following me for a while, you may remember that I’ve been going to a specialist dental clinic for several years now, having had some pretty traumatic experiences at the dentist before that, before my Autism diagnosis. Since then, going to the dentist has been a lot less scary; I think it will probably always be stressful but it is a lot easier than it used to be (and for that I am very grateful).

I was at my appointment last week and after a gentle and patient check, my dentist ran through the potential next steps. Then she paused and acknowledged that I probably needed some time to think about it, that, while I seemed calm, she didn’t want to make any assumptions about what I was actually feeling and what I would be comfortable with. It surprised me in the moment but fortunately it was an easy choice so we moved on quickly. But then, as I was walking out, I processed what had just happened and I was kind of floored by it. I don’t think I’ve ever had a medical professional say something like that to me before, not in the eight years since I was diagnosed as autistic: I probably needed some time to think about it, that, while I seemed calm, she didn’t wanted to make any assumptions about what I was actually feeling and what I would be comfortable with. (I’ve talked about masking and needing time and feeling pressured with therapists but I don’t really put them in the same box as every other kind of medical professional: GPs, consultants (some who work with autistic people and therefore really should know better and some who don’t but should still know better), mental health professionals, dentists, etc.) If I had a pound for every time someone just assumed I was fine because I look fine – even knowing that I’m autistic, even knowing about masking – I would be unbelievably rich. So, having that acknowledged and considered and validated… I don’t even know how to describe how great that feels.

While having this all the time would be amazing, I’m really grateful to have it in a medical space, the kind of space that can be so stressful and pressured. Generally I’m not afraid to tell people that I’m struggling but masking or that I need time to think about things but after so many traumatic experiences in medical settings, I find it very hard; the pressure feels more suffocating and I feel so close to panicking. It would be great to have more people like my dentist with her approach in healthcare but, in this moment at least, I’m just deeply grateful that I have one safe space when it comes to managing my health.


I’ve been thinking about this experience a lot since it happened and while I remain incredibly grateful to have this dentist taking care of me, I just can’t help wondering what it would be like if there were more people like her, not only in medical spaces but in society in general. I can’t even imagine what that would be like. I’m pretty loud and proud about being autistic (even if I don’t always feel proud – I just can’t bear the thought of being even a small part of the reasons why someone might feel bad or scared or ashamed of being autistic) but I don’t always feel safe doing that. And that applies to everything from physical safety to work opportunities to potential friendships. I’m painfully aware that I could be jeopardising those things when I make it clear that I’m autistic (not that it will stop me – after all, it’s going to come up sooner or later). I just can’t help imagining what it would be like to be and talk about my whole self and feel safe doing that.

House on Fire – Out Now!

My brand new single, ‘House on Fire,’ is now available on all major music platforms! Finally!


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laurenalexhooper: Please welcome to the world, ‘House on Fire,’ a song I wrote at the height of the pandemic. I was so scared that I could barely function but putting words to those fears is what ultimately helped me move forward.

Three years later though, the meaning of the song has evolved and when I listen to it now, I think of different fears: fears of our society spinning out of control, of feeling powerless against the rich and influential, of feeling helpless.

For me, my songs have always been a space where my voice can be heard too and I hope you feel yours is as well when you listen to them.

You can find the song through the link in my bio!

Thank you always to @richardmarcmusic / @rsandersonphoto for everything you do (including the production and the cover art), @josh_fielden_sproggletstudios and Luke for the gorgeous mixing and mastering, and @icmplondon for their help in making this all happen via The Accelerator Fund. 

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Click here to listen to the song!

New music has been a long time coming. I’ve wanted to release new songs pretty much since I finished releasing the Honest EP but between the pandemic, completing my Masters, and the time it takes to develop, write, record, and produce a project, it was always going to take a while. And then there was the disaster that was my medication and mental health situation over the last eighteen months, which obviously impacted my ability to create. 

Now that my brain feels a little more like my own (and hopefully will continue to do so more and more), I have multiple projects in mind. The problem is going to be choosing which one to focus on first, which will be both fun and challenging. For now, at least, that’s something for all of us to look forward to.

I hope you enjoy the song and please let me know what you think and what it makes you feel, either on here or on social media.

The First Six Months of Hydrotherapy

When I was first diagnosed with Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome back in October 2020, hydrotherapy was recommended both for general fitness and muscle strength (which would, in theory, help with the back and leg pain I was struggling with) and to build up my core muscles, which are a notoriously weak area for hypermobile people. I was up for that since I’ve always enjoyed being in the water but COVID made the whole process very complicated and very slow.


As far as I can tell, with the way things currently are, it seems that the way to get a referral for hydrotherapy is to be referred for physiotherapy and then a physiotherapist assesses you and refers you on to the hydrotherapy department. I’d been referred for physio three times, I think, by three different doctors between May 2020 and when I finally got an appointment in November 2021. I find myself feeling a level of righteous indignation over waiting eighteen months for a simple referral, especially when I was in pain pretty much every day, but I know it was all more complicated than that. COVID was the obvious cause for the delay but the NHS waiting lists are also incredibly long anyway. But, as soon as it all started happening, it all happened at once.

At the beginning of November 2021, I met with a physiotherapist and he referred me on to the hydrotherapy department and at the end of the month, I had an appointment with them. I will admit that, after waiting eighteen months for an appointment, I was a bit appalled that the appointment consisted of just a half hour run-through of exercises to do without a huge amount of guidance. But this is how the system works and I’ll take what I can get.

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While I continued swimming in my ‘normal’ pool, I struggled to find a pool that allowed me to do all of the exercises I’d been assigned: the height of the water needed to be within a certain range, I needed to be able to walk in the water, I needed a step of a specific height and width, and so on. And finding a pool that fitted all of the requirements was difficult, and that was without all of my COVID related anxieties being factored in. We finally found a pool just as Omicron started rearing its head and I had a meltdown leaving the first session; I was massively overstimulated and my anxiety was just overwhelming. Those weren’t exactly fond memories that I was keen to revisit but it wasn’t going to work anyway as the steps didn’t allow me to do the step related exercises and there are too many of those not to have access to the right kind of steps. I was managing a modified version of the exercises in my usual pool while we searched for another hydro-friendly pool but then Omicron hit in earnest and we all retreated inside to insure Christmas could go ahead as planned.

From December 2021 to early March 2022, I was incredibly unwell because of the ADHD medication I’d been trying, too unwell to swim at all. But, in that time, my Mum had found another pool. The first session went well (although it was really hard work after so little movement for a couple of months) and the set up of the pool meant I could do all of the suggested exercises. I got a few sessions in before I left for Nashville in late March.

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Back from Nashville and semi-recovered from the jet lag in late April, I got back in the pool, both to swim and to do my hydro exercises. It took a bit of work and scheduling but after a while, I managed to build in two sessions a week while I got used to the routine and started building up my strength and stamina after so little proper exercise for so long. I’ve had multiple conversations with multiple health professionals about my tendency to throw my all into stuff and how I need to take things slowly if it’s going to actually help so, even though it’s very frustrating, I am trying my best to push down that irritation and just focus on the exercises.


So, that was my first six months of hydrotherapy. There’s a few months between where this post finishes and where I am now but I thought those first six months were important to document. Since then, I had to stop using one pool and tried out another – which I love – despite difficulty actually getting out to swim because my mental health has been so bad.

Although it hasn’t been a priority (and still isn’t one really – one thing at a time), I do want to find a new all-round gym since the gym I used to go to closed down after the multiple lockdowns. I want to get fitter; I’m just having to take a longer route than I would’ve previously thought.