Alongside my work as a speaker and trainer, I have also recently been touring as a singer. In fact, my former music therapist occasionally accompanies me on piano at gigs. There’s something wonderfully full circle about that, isn’t there? If we were making a schmaltzy afternoon movie then that would be the final scene. My therapist closing the piano as the audience clap, moistening her sheet music with projectile tears of joy and exclaiming: “who knew a glockenspiel could change a life…” But we are firmly in reality dear reader, and saccharine endings are just for the big screen. Anxiety remains part of my life, sometimes unbearably so. That’s never changed. Music therapy was never about transformations or absurd happy ever afters. What it was about was setting me on a path to better ride the waves of that anxiety. And my therapist? She was an empowering voice who helped me to celebrate myself in all my autistic glory. Perhaps not a schmaltzy happy ever after, but it’ll do nicely for me.