A Balm for the Bruises and Bends:

Managing My Ehlers-Danlos with Cannabis I have made no secret of the fact that I endure a considerable amount of pain in relation to my Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and the subsequent antibiotic injury. How do I manage my Ehlers-Danlos? That was a question, posed as a prompt for day six of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Awareness month. Day... Continue Reading →

Diagnosis: Zebra

After lifetimes of confusing medical problems, an answer is now clear for many "When you hear hoofprints, think horses." That is what doctors in training are taught. (To listen click here) Physicians are specifically trained not to think outside of the diagnostic box, then are confused as to why people with rare issues often do not get... Continue Reading →

Autism Awareness: Accepting a New Diagnosis

April is Autism Acceptance (and Awareness) month. What better month to ask some questions of my therapist and get to the bottom of some questions I've had for a while? About a year ago, I started researching neurodiversity in all its colors and flavors. I discovered many things. Neurodiversity is categorized differently than a trauma... Continue Reading →

Contrasts of a Confection

During my poetry class, we were given an assignment to write two contrasting poems about the same substance. One of the poems was to be completely literal. No figurative language was allowed in that poem. For that assignment, I penned a poem called, "Rootbeer Barrels." The second part of that assignment was a bit more... Continue Reading →

My Queer Latter-day Story

It's been a few years since I started reflecting on my relationship with LGBTQIA+ Pride and how my relationship with the month of celebration has changed over the years. From the outside, I appear as a cishet (cis: living as the sex my body was born (female), het: heterosexual) woman who is an active member of... Continue Reading →

Everyone Covered Their Lips, Now I Can’t Hear

This virus came as the 30th anniversary of the Americans for Disabilities Act began and it has highlighted our FAILED inclusion of people with disabilities as well as our utter failure to educate our population that being different is okay and should NOT BE FATAL.

I Was Addicted to Milk

For weeks we worked with my physicians to discover that although my swallow reflex was completely intact, I could no longer feel that area of my throat, which caused me to panic.

10 Years After My War on Drugs

Ten years ago, I began a war against a drug that now takes the life of thousands daily

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