When You’re Your Family’s Shame
When I was nine years old I had to apologize to my family for being disabled. I’ve always been my family’s secret shame.
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Family Life
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The Bully Who Took Me Skating
There was this girl in elementary school that bullied the crap out of me. She bullied a huge amount of people, but I felt like I was one of her main targets. I hated this girl from like fourth grade through sixth grade because of the way she treated me….
My Bucket List – What I Dream of Doing to Help Others
Bucket lists are fun to make. They are fun to dream about. There are things that you dream of doing one day. Some of them are realistic. Some of them are magical. But at the end of the day, it’s all about listing what you dream of doing before you…
The Reality of Finding a Therapist When You Are Marginalized
While therapy can be helpful for some, for others it can be hard to find therapists that are safe to work with.
Sticks and Stones May Break Your Bones, but Words Can Really Hurt
People say words don’t hurt, but some words can do a lot of damage.
OCD Life – What is Repeating?
I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). I was diagnosed some years ago. I knew for years before that that I probably had OCD, but getting diagnosed validated that. One thing I struggle with is repeating. I thought it was because of my OCD, but I’ve never had that clarified for…
Respectability Appropriated My Work and Used It to Promote What They Took
Disability organizations that exploit and appropriate the work of multiply marginalized disabled people need to be held accountable.
Dear Pam – A Letter on Mother’s Day
Dear Pam, It’s Mother’s Day. This is a day I once felt great pain over, but now I feel indifference. When was the last time we talked on a Mother’s Day? 2003 perhaps? It’s been years. I should have written this letter years ago, but I am not sure I…
As a Trans Masculine Person Touched Inappropriately by an Adult Male When I was 13, I Find Trump Triggering
When I was 13, I was assaulted by someone associated with my family, and Donald Trump reminds me a lot of him.
My Existence is a Radical Act of Defiance
My existence is a radical act of defiance in a world that fails to recognize I have merit and value.