A rambly rant on asthmatic aggravations. While I love all my weed/smoker friends, I am desperately tired in my own personal life of never ever having a safe space from smoke. My lungs hurt. Spouse and I tried to plug every hole we found in the bathroom, but no matter what we’ve done, so many…
Issues I have with myself are too numerous, sometimes the list feels ever growing. Growing up was one of them, I wanted to be Peter Pan in NeverLand. When I grew enough I reached a point where I wanted to be smaller, to fit within the bounds of what I deemed as acceptable; what…
My mother loved me, and she still loves me. I used to question that, but then too I used to think that ‘Love’, especially the familial sort, included having responsibilities to a person; I’ve realised since that love is just an emotion. A powerful emotion, but not one that carries a contractual agreement. Between me…
Foolish me & the unfair soup (it’s me whinging in funny way): Decided to have soup for lunch, opt for the tinned sort. The soup it seems did not so much want to be lunch. Immediately as I finish opening the can the lid slips just into the soup instead of sitting on it. Oh, of…
Let’s talk about a subset of behaviours which are considered weird and sometimes due to their oddity are called ‘socially unacceptable’ but which aren’t inherently harmful or dangerous to anyone else; specifically I’m talking about stimming. For those who aren’t familiar, stimming is the word for repetitive sensory stimulating behaviours, such as: bouncing your leg,…
CN: this post includes mentions food insecurity, and discussion of eating habits What time is it Mr.Wolf? “Dinner time!” My mother makes a big show of leaning back while fake roaring, scoops me up and pretends to naw on my leg, barely surpressing her own laughter. Now, I can’t put an exact age to this…
Do you ever have those moments where you overlooked something so obvious that you want to just look in the mirror and facepalm at yourself? I do. I try very hard to be observant to compensate for some of my disabilities, but try though I might I can be very oblivious at times. So here’s…
Disordered eating is really disordered thinking-about-eating, and it is an awful thing for those who have it, but for me personally it is far from my biggest struggle; poverty has made most of my food choices for me, and my other mental health problems vastly out-shadow it. Still, it is a struggle, and I notice…
This post is about words, the way we use them; and how, maybe, we can think about changing the way we use them. I’m not trying to be heavy, but this post gonna be an ‘omph’. (At least it’s short.) Remember this while you read: Being better to others, is part of being a better…
Content warning: Mentions death (Take care of yourselves fellow death anxiety sufferers.) I mean that title-header very personally. The parent I had who I considered my “Good Parent” is gone, gone from my life. Not that my other parent is terrible, but rather that my Good Parent was so wonderful. Also not I’ve had some…
This post will be an attempt at the “Freestyle Writing Challenge” as posted about by Jane of Cupid or Cats — Since I’ve only just got back to blogging and don’t really have many followers to begin with I’ll just cheat a bit. Check out Jane’s post for the rules, if you’d like a different…
Que the awkward shuffling of my feet. Sorry folks. I don’t have many people who are likely to have noticed my existence, so my absence could hardly make a large impact, but I disappeared from this blog for a while. That is to say, I never really left, I just sort of suddenly couldn’t cope…
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to experience ADD, and if you have ADD have you ever wondered what it’s like from someone elses shoes? Scrolling along I saw an open question about it, the thread was amazing with so many diverse answers, some experiences I share, some totally dissimilar. (I’d love to hear…
It is a simple truth that to be disabled often means not having a voice in the world at large. No matter the disability. No matter when you develop it; genetic all the way to accident related, having disabilities puts your voice on mute* even in our home communities. Which is not to say people…
Silence is something I tend towards, but very often empathy is my driving factor towards trying to speak to others. So it’s rather painful for me when this backfires heartily and my empathy is instead interpreted as condescension. I don’t know how to avoid this, and I’m too socially inept to know how to navigate…
Anxiety & Oranges 