How plushies help me heal my inner childWhen I was little, one of my dad’s friends gave me a small teddy bear with a wind-up music box hidden inside and a key sticking out of its…Sep 10, 2021Sep 10, 2021
My experience living with sensitivity to sensory input and sensory overloadThere is something gripping my skull that no one else can see.Aug 10, 2021Aug 10, 2021
Everything I do feels like physiotherapyOn Mondays, I do laundry. I use a stool for this, and what could be considered a soft, densely rolled up fabric version of weights. Sorting…Jul 7, 2021Jul 7, 2021
What Spirituality and the Occult Means to Me as a Young Disabled WomanYesterday, I crafted a wand out of a small, comfortably shaped branch of pine that my partner had found on one of our walks. I wrapped a…Feb 12, 2021Feb 12, 2021
“But You Don’t Look Sick”The Invisible Vulnerability of Living with an Invisible Chronic IllnessFeb 7, 2021Feb 7, 2021
On Trauma, Sexuality, and being Queer…I am pansexual. It has taken me a long time to feel that I can say those words with any sense of certainty, because I am also a survivor…Nov 10, 2020Nov 10, 2020
Poem: Happening AgainTrauma can change you beyond the event or events, from the place where it happened, it’s all happening again, happening again.Oct 22, 2020Oct 22, 2020
On Journaling…Journals have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, way back to when I was a little child and would scribble on pieces of…Oct 22, 2020Oct 22, 2020
