Rebel Jones
Life On The Rocks
The world is full of questionable standards. And I know this because:
A) I question them, and
B) I set them (badly, but with commitment!)
Which is probably why I am, unapologetically, that person.
Yes, if you could pour midlife into one of those all-American Coke floats (you know, the ones - fun in theory but ultimately results in brain freeze and regret), add a splash of sarcasm, and leave it unattended… that’s me.
Now, some might call this a by-product of neuroticism (not to be confused with eroticism!) But I prefer to think of myself as a walking, talking duffle bag of irony, only slightly less confident in my life choices.
(I was going to say almost 'Fairy Godmother-esk', but I’m less of the glass toe-cruncher type and more “Let’s spike the neighbour’s coffee with laxatives for shi… well, giggles", and then forget which cup is mine! Basically, if there’s a way to turn midlife chaos into a hobby, I’ve probably done it.)
So what exactly have you stumbled into?
This space, which started out as me shouting into the void a few years ago, has become my somewhat emotional anchor, I guess. And, hopefully, a reassuring harbour for anyone who’s ever looked in the mirror and thought: “Is this it?”
FYI, it's not. And if you rifle through the tabs at the top (like the junk drawer you keep threatening to clear out), you should be able to find some emotional duct tape in:
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The Blog, which is full of inappropriate metaphors and impractical advice from someone who has absolutely no idea what she's doing
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The Book (Raising an Emotionally Charged Ostrich), because apparently, oversharing on the internet wasn’t enough for me
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The Resources, where free booklets and downloads live, because sometimes parents need something practical (and printable) to balance out all the sarcasm.
And for anyone still unsure, no, this space isn’t polished, filtered, or tied up with a motivational bow.
It’s real life, with the rough edges left in. The kind of place where the coffee is perpetually tepid, the metaphors come with warning labels, and the vibe is more 'organised chaos in pyjamas' than 'Instagram-worthy inspiration.'
Roll call, people - this is for you if you're:
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A parent or carer of neurodiverse kids, wondering why 'normal' never applied to your household.
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Waving your midlife crisis ticket, whilst Googling 'Is it too late to become a rockstar?'
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Allergic to Pinterest-perfect advice.
Said yes to one or more of those? Then please, do pull up a chair. Read, laugh, ugly-cry if you need to, and know you’ve found your people in this little corner of the internet.
I am Rebel Jones.
And this is my life on the rocks.
Raising an Emotionally Charged Ostrich
This isn’t your typical autism parenting or ADHD survival guide.
You won’t find miracle morning routines, Pinterest-ready schedules, or glossy advice on 'fixing' your child.
Instead, this is an unfiltered, painfully honest, and darkly funny memoir about raising a neurodivergent child... And trying not to lose your mind in the process.
Part relatable chaos, part practical insight, Raising an Emotionally Charged Ostrich offers real-life parenting support for families navigating autism, ADHD, or both.
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5 Lessons Learned with Cajun Rice, Scam Gurus and a Laundry Cat
Some weeks are about deep insights and personal growth.
This? This is not one of those weeks. Sorry.
Instead, this week has been a mash-up of chaos, caffeine abuse, and questionable life choices, so naturally, I’ve decided to share the highlights...
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