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About Bob W Christian

Bob W Christian has been writing poetry for more than 20 years. He started as a way to help to process his thoughts and emotions as an autistic man, and to address the impact of CPTSD. As he wrote, and slowly gained the confidence to share his poems, he was given incredibly positive feedback, which spurred him to write more. During that time, he has written six books, and had numerous guest publications in books and magazines around the world. His work has earned several accolades recently, including recognition in the Dark Poet’s Club 2025 competition. Alongside poetry, Bob enjoys photographing nature and birds, and is often praised for his keen eye behind the lens. A husband, father and grandfather, he regularly shares his observations, reflections and creative work through his personal blog, The Ramblings of Bob Christian.

Understanding EDS

I thought I’d use my platform for something a little different this time. I’ve used it before to shine a light on and dispel some of the strange facts and myths surrounding Autism Spectrum Disorder, and how life on the spectrum affects me on a day to basis.

What I want to do is raise some awareness toward another condition that is very close to my heart, called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. Some of you maybe aware of it, but for those of you who are not familiar, I’d like to try my best to briefly explain what it is and what it involves.

Ehlers-Danlos syndrome is a group of inherited disorders that affect your connective tissues — primarily your skin, joints and blood vessel walls, but also gums and nails. There are various different versions of it, which is why it’s a syndrome, but it is a very disabling and challenging condition.

Symptoms include:

  • Over-flexible joints
  • Loose joints that dislocate easily
  • Joint pain
  • Stretchy and fragile skin that bruises easily
  • Soft and velvety skin
  • Non-healing damaged skin
  • Muscle pain
  • Extreme tiredness
  • Dizziness
  • Increased heart rate, especially after standing or eating
  • Digestive problems such as heartburn and constipation
  • Urinary incontinence
  • Heart valve problems
  • Protruding eyes

The signs and symptoms of EDS vary by type and can range from somewhat mildly loose joints to life-threatening complications.

Treatment

There is absolutely no cure for Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. Only treatments that aim to manage the symptoms and the awful pain, while preventing any serious complications.

The reason I’ve shared this information with you, dear friends, is that my wonderful wife, who you all know as Mrs Bob, has got EDS, and I’ve heard so many people say things like “Oh I hope it gets better soon”, or suchlike. While I understand that these people have the very best intentions and aren’t meaning to be hurtful when they say these things to her, it upsets me, and her. It’s like saying to me, “hopefully you’ll become less autistic”.

She struggles on a a daily basis with pain and her joints – especially her knees (which have to be specially taped up to help against dislocation, which still happens regularly. She can on a good day, manage to sleep in bed for 2-3 hours, but the rest of the time she has to sleep downstairs on her recliner. Some days she can’t get upstairs, even with crutches. She goes for regular short walks with a crutch every day, but if her knees are out, she can’t, and this has a knock-on effect on her back issues from a car accident in her early 20s.

She is always in some pain, but still tries to smile, and do the best she can without complaining, even when she knows that she’ll suffer the following day as a result of doing too much. She knows it won’t ever get better, but starts each day as new. I think it’s because she does this that most people don’t realise the daily struggle she and others with EDS have.

So please, spare a thought for those of us whose daily existence can be an uphill battle, that is often invisible.

Stay Safe X

Heroes

Heroes

By Bob W Christian

People ask me why I read comic books…

It’s the only place
Superheroes exist.
In reality, no one’s
Totally invincible.
We fracture under
Pressure.

I was born human,
I have no super
Strength. Only an
Ability with my
Words to move
Mountains.

I can’t run so fast
That time moves
Backwards. Yet
The first time I held
My daughter, time
Stopped.

To her, I’m faster,
Stronger, than the
Characters found
Inside stories. So
I need to be her
Superhero.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Refugee

Refugee

By Bob W Christian

I’m an alien, desperately
Trying to find somewhere,
That I can call home. A
Place where I belong,

I’m a global citizen, escaping
Across this vast distance.
Abandoned. Orphaned.
Scared and Alone,

Two histories, yet I’m
Abandoned by both.
Trying to find
Some kind of peace.

Misunderstood; feared
By most I meet; never
Truly belonging, but
I’ll always be longing

Homeless; my culture
Scattered among the
Heavens; lost to the
Harshest elements.

My story is a desperate
Warning to all, of tales
Never to be repeated.
Yet they will be.

You may call me refugee,
Alien. In my homeland
I am simply me. Human
Lost. Homeless. Tired.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Grandparents

Grandparents

By Bob W Christian

A grandparent

The strong foundation
On which we can build
Our loving family home,
To give shelter to our
Future generations

It’s like a museum, where
Treasures – not silver
Or gold – but priceless
Memories and stories are
Safely held within.

The people who I knew
Loved me without ever
Having to say it aloud, are
Now watching over me
As I take my turn.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Lessons

Lessons

Lessons

By Bob W Christian

Stop, be still, hear
The wind; then you
Shall know which
Direction to take.

Connect your feet
To Mother Nature.
Only then will you
Find true balance.

Watch the candles’
Flickering flames.
Then you’ll learn
How to dance again.

Place your hands
In a running stream.
This teaches us how
To go with the flow.

Mother Earth can teach us so many lessons, if we’d just stop and listen.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Rear View

Rear View

By Bob W Christian

What are you supposed to do?
When blood becomes thinner,
Than water; emotions boiling
Over – evaporating into nothing.

When this tree, rooted for
Generations; Its branches
Bending, breaking, unable to
Weather the fiercest storm.

When those you thought had
Your back, now turn their backs.
Your relationship declared DOA
The only thing that you can do is

Walk away, without looking
Back. You’re not going that way.
It just reminds you of where
Your journey began.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

Father’s Day

Fatherhood

By Bob W Christian

Thank you, Dad. My stepfather.

You showed me unconditional love,
Even ‘though I was someone else’s child.
There’s not a day goes by that I don’t
Remember the lessons you taught me.

You became my North Star in the wilderness
That my life seemed. Your guiding hand
Taught me so much more than what’s right.
You taught me how to be a good man.

You took the time to stand with me,
Believing in me, while stepping up to be
The father you didn’t have to be.
Loving me as if I was your own son.

One day, when you’re gone, I will look up;
See that star, shining, illuminating my path;
While remembering those lessons. Teaching
My grandchildren; you will live on in them.

(c) BobChristianpoetry

Stay Safe X

Resurrection

“Resurrection”

By Bob W Christian

You said

it was me who
Hammered the final
Nail into this coffin.

Our relationship had
Finally been declared
Dead and buried.

I’m six feet under; laid
To rest; turned to ash.
Just like our friendship.

Scattered on the winds
Of change. You said I’m
Dead to you now.

It’s too late for you
To do the right thing,
Tell everyone the truth.

That it was, in fact, you
Who said these things,
All the while blaming me.

(c)BobChristianpoetry

Green Man

“Green Man”

By Bob W Christian

While walking in the forest
Surrounded by nature,
I gazed upon your face.
Those eyes, so green
Like the plants dancing.
Yours is the unseen
Breath, swaying leaves are
Fields of rippling skin.
Your golden sunshine
Warming. Creating life,
Bringing such brightest
Blessings to each and
Every season in this,
Our most hallowed place.

(c)BobChristianpoetry

Hoomum

Sheldon Tiberius aka Dog

Last night I sat down with Dog and he asked me to share his thoughts with you…

Dear Hoomum.

Thank you for my house,
Taking time to throw my
Mouse.

For taking me on your
Walks, all our little daily
Talks.

All those snuggles, naps
We share, sorry about all the
Hair.

Thank you for the food you
Bring, thank you mum for
Everything.

(C)BobChristianpoetry

(C)SheldonTiberius