I resisted having a mandolin in my kitchen because I’ve seen some terrible injuries caused by them. Granted, they’re caused when someone isn’t paying attention or is using the mandolin unsafely but the potential for slicing off a chunk of finger is definitely there. But there are days where I need to be able to …
In today’s instalment of So You Woke Up Disabled, something to help you work safer in the kitchen. I call it the Wolverine or the Veggie Stabber. I guess it’s real name is food slice assistant. TL;WR: Something that helps cut and slice things safely if you have hand weakness or poor motor control. Also …
I’ve joked for the last few years that a handbook called So You Woke Up Disabled would be really handy to help one learn to navigate their new, shitty normal and offer some workarounds.. Haven’t found one, so I guess I should do it. Today, let’s talk about the game-changing dolly I got from Amazon. …
For three years, I’ve felt a certain way whenever I had to leave my house and I recently realized it was shame. I felt a lot of shame about being disabled and needing a cane. Partly, it’s how society treats disabled people as less than, inconvenient, or somehow deficient as human beings. Partly, it was …
It happened like they always said. I did drugs and then I dropped out of university. I couldn’t be happier! (Grab a snack and strap in, it’s a long post. There’s also strong language and some potential triggers re: suicide) Last year, the fall semester was challenging. I hated one of my profs because they’re …
In a couple weeks, it’ll be the three year anniversary of my brain breaking. A few weeks after that, I turn 43. I was really excited to enter my forties. Big surprise, something I looked forward to was once again just a kick to the face from the Universe. So far? My forties have sucked. …
For most of my life, I’ve spent a lot of time waiting for a special occasion. Feeling worthy of self-care or a little self-indulgence didn’t happen very often, so that was a special occasion too. I’m sure it’s from way back when I was homeless and hungry. Even once we weren’t homeless anymore, my useless …
This month, I had my first Ocrevus infusion, had a birthday, and got my second infusion. Now I’ve had my loading doses, I’m good for six months before I go spend another day at the infusion clinic Suck it, B cells. The highlights: The pharmacist who prepared the infusions checked in afterwards to see how …
This post is a brain dump. By recapping the last couple years and some things I learned, I’m hoping to clarify for myself what finally got me to this splendid place. Something definitely clicked a little while ago. I definitely critically examined every deeply rooted belief I could think of over the last 25 months. …
When I was young, I was marinated in radical self-reliance. I added radical self-improvement for quite a long time, and now I’m done with that too. It’s time for radical self-acceptance. I’ve been in therapy most of my life, because reasons. I’ve done a lot of hard work to process a lot of hard things. …
