Have you ever contemplated the worth of your life? What is my disabled life worth? Anything?
Trigger warning: Sexual assault June has once again arrived. One of my personalities deleted all of the social media apps … More
It was only days after my official autism diagnosis that I felt compelled to download and install an app I … More
Before I go too far, let me preface this. Unlike some of my articles that have been extensively researched, this … More
I have made no secret of the fact that I endure a considerable amount of pain in relation to my Ehlers-Danlos … More
April is Autism Acceptance (and Awareness) month. What better month to ask some questions of my therapist and get to … More
During my poetry class, we were given an assignment to write two contrasting poems about the same substance. One of … More
Screaming Secrets The wronged shrieked from their fingertips, silenced no longer, Empowered by consent, Enraged from words not welcomed … More
In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University…
What happens when a disabled person can no longer care for themselves and their home? Asking for help seems simple, perhaps, for those who’ve never had to, but for those of us who are used to doing for ourselves, it is quite complex.