Hello, welcome.

I am Clare Foale (she/her) living on Garigal Country on Sydney’s Northern Beaches.

I am Autistic and an ADHDer. Being identified as an AuDHDer at 42 years old has helped me understand a lot about myself and my life. It has been a journey of relief and grief. The unmasking is ever evolving.

I have been bringing people together for decades - pre-kids I was an Events Manager and for the last 10 years I have been gathering people in Circles and holding space 1:1 for people as they navigate life. Deep conversation is how I make sense of life - it is what I find so many others are craving too. After more than 2 years of deep, dark wintering, I am reemerging, ready to bring Neurokin together. The Neurokin Book Club is the first of many offerings - we beging online and in-person in October 2025. I would love you to join us.

This website has had so many iterations over the years. I’ve come to know and accept that there is no elevator pitch to what I do or who I am; it is forever changing and evolving … sometimes there are offerings, sometimes stories, sometimes just a lot of rest and feeling like I am the goop between caterpillar and butterfly. I’ve come to know that this is not because I am broken or wrong, but because I am alive. I find that deeply permission-giving and equally frustrating.

I have been in a long, multiple-years season of rest and burn out, tending to family, navigating School Can’t, moving kids to homeschooling, withdrawing from my Uni studies, reading, perimenopause, pondering, gardening. I couldn’t imagine that I would come out the other side of it. And. Yet. There is energy and momentum and willingness and belief.

Each week I have conversations with others who are navigating same-but-different waters. Riding same-but-different rollercoasters. I am dusting off the cobwebs of this space to have a place to pop some of my thoughts (that feels delightful to me) and to share some resources which maybe others will find helpful too. It’s a bit of a virtual version of my home: colourful, messy, bits go together which don’t really make sense but somehow do, the kids’ art, my art, op shop finds, photos, old flowers which are dusty, a pile of washing which is always waiting to be folded, piles of books.

You’re very welcome if this feels like what you need - I’ll make you a cuppa x