Today marks the annual International Day of Persons with Disabilities. I was diagnosed with Developmental Coordination Disorder (DCD aka dyspraxia) by the time I was 8. It was also noted by that time that I had severe anxiety and significant depression, including already demonstrating risk factors for suicide. In my twenties I received additional diagnosesContinue reading “International Day Of Persons with Disabilities 2025”
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Solo Sex/Self Stimulation: February 2023 Reflections
This month, I am once again participating in the Feb-YOU-ary challenge with the wonderful Loyobo community. The activity for Day 10 was to show yourself love through physical intimacy with your own body. Such an activity is especially meaningful to me due my personal background and life experiences. I share them here in the hopesContinue reading “Solo Sex/Self Stimulation: February 2023 Reflections”
Poem: Falling And Rising
I have done it againFailed at beingWho others need me to be.I do the best I canI’ve achieved so much moreThen ever before.Still I come up shortNot aware enough;Not strong enough;Not skilled enough;Not good enough.Not.Enough.I’m tiredOf letting people down;Of continually failing.The world is so dark right nowDays are shorterNights colder.My mind becomes cloudedBy grief andContinue reading “Poem: Falling And Rising”
On Jar Jar Binks, Neurodivergence, and The Value of A Nuisance
I recently read The Ultimate Star Wars and Philosophy: You Must Unlearn What You Have Learned, and was struck by near-universal hatred of the character of Jar Jar Binks. This is far from a new phenomenon in Star Wars fandom–the character was despised from his initial debut in Star Wars: Episode I: The Phantom Menace.Continue reading “On Jar Jar Binks, Neurodivergence, and The Value of A Nuisance”
On Highs and Lows
The counselor looked me in the eye with great understanding as she said that I would probably have ups and downs, like a rollercoaster, for the rest of my life. There would be times I would be depressed, and there were times I wouldn’t, but they’d alternate throughout my life. This was 10 years agoContinue reading “On Highs and Lows”
Living In The Pandemic: An Autistic’s POV
This pandemic hasn’t been easy on anyone. We all long for it to be over, or at the very least for some semblance of certainty and routine to be established. Yet over a month in, I’ve been noticing ways that I, as an autistic person, have some challenges that might be worth sharing. So withoutContinue reading “Living In The Pandemic: An Autistic’s POV”
Keys To Resiliency: Hope, Joy, and The Next Right Step
I have a confession: the isolation of the COVID-19 pandemic is really getting to me. The uncertainty of how long this will last, the disruption of normal routines, the lack of control over how this affects my life…all of these present unique and unprecedented challenges, at least to me. Yet what I do have extensiveContinue reading “Keys To Resiliency: Hope, Joy, and The Next Right Step”
Poem: Confronting Fear
FearIs an old companion.When I was youngIt ruled meIn ways obviousAnd hidden.I confronted itAnd I grew.Overcame many of my fearsSwore never to concede again.Yet fear is trickySubtle and ever present.New fears arriveOld fears return.The testIs to not give upHold onto hopeResist the slideInto anger and hate and despair.My destinyThe destiny of all who serve theContinue reading “Poem: Confronting Fear”
On Mental Health: Tips, Tricks and Advice
This post is inspired by Bell Let’s Talk Day. I acknowledge it’s problematic, as Bell’s corporate culture does not adequately support mental health, and talking about mental health one day a year does not undo stigma and marginalization the rest of the year–but I also do think the hashtag should be utilized for the fundingContinue reading “On Mental Health: Tips, Tricks and Advice”
Poem: Afraid To Touch
When I was youngLearning about pubertyI was curiousAnd oh, so afraid.I always loved deeplyBut was oh, so alone.Fascinated by my bodyBut afraid to touch.Afraid to grow.Afraid to explore.When I was a teenBecame a point of prideThat I had not succumbedTo my baser nature.But pride was a maskMask of fear and shame.It wasn’t untilI left myContinue reading “Poem: Afraid To Touch”
The Dreamers' Corner 