About me — JS Adam
It’s not true what they say about me…

I, nearly, made my first appearance in 1979 while my parents were on a date at the cinema to watch Superman: The Movie. My mother was napping in front of the big screen (what a waste of money) and only woke up when I wanted out of the belly.
Despite of being almost born in the presence of a superhero, I have no superpowers. You’d think it’s contagious *smh*. Unless you consider taking extensive walks in IKEA and not buy anything as a superpower. I’m also not boring.
Phew! I’m so glad no one can hear my European accent in my writing. My partner says I sound like Gunter from the movie Sing. Meanie.
I am an ex-school teacher. I gave up teaching at schools because I disagree with school systems. Some more than others — in general, school is not a place humans should spend their precious time at. There are better things to do such as; learning and enjoying doing so. To each their own. I have a lot of respect for teachers though — they’re cool. Have you watched Captain Fantastic by the way?
Instead, I have been teaching at my humble abode in the UK — my own and other homeschooled children. I am also a part-time children’s book illustrator, content creator and I volunteer at a local female support group. I speak 3.5 languages, Klingon not being one of them. My partner taught me a bit of Esperanto but that’s gone with the wind now.
Growing up in an ethincally diverse household I always had a hard time understanding who I was. In my mid 30s I have learned to embrace it. My ethnic roots and differences were not going anywhere, anyway. It was a long, wobbly journey between wrong, abusive and bad relationships, always trying to find a way to fit in and constantly struggling with self-validation.
If I had a choice to go back in time and change anything, I wouldn’t change a thing. I am (finally) happy and comfortable in my skin. Love it, actually! I owe much of it to my partner and children. Especially my partner who’s been nothing but supportive. Thanks, babe x
I am an ENFP-A. I get tired of being me — sometimes. In my world, everything is “awesome” 99% of the time. Everything is good and glorious until at some point I can’t do being me anymore. I collapse and cry for a few hours, shut away from the world and a few days later; Everything is awesome. It’s complicated…






