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The case of the disappearing spoons: disability, Twitter, activism, and spoon management

I blocked someone today on Twitter.1 I think I’ve done this maybe half a dozen times to non-spam accounts in the more than year since I’ve been on Twitter, and (almost?) all of those have been run-of-the-mill trolls and douchebags. This one was wasn’t. She was someone who was, I think, misinterpreting what I was [...]

NPFP Guest Post: Pink Frosting

Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on [...]

Why I say I’m OK

I am a very out person about my mood disorder. I wrote about it and talked about it in all my college applications and interviews; I mention it to everyone I know whenever relevant (and it often is); it’s in my bio here and on most social networking sites. I am an advocate for openness, [...]

A letter to a loved one

I know this is going to be hard to hear. Because you are hurting. Because the crazy voices in your head (and they are of you, yes, and you are you-with-them, but they are not you) are so loud, so much louder than my quiet voice. Forgive me if I yell sometimes. I’m only trying [...]

Flash-bulb moment: musings on parking spaces and bipolar disorder

I was reading about the Australian disability parking scheme bruhaha at Hoyden About Town, when I read this quote (long, but worth it):

These existing schemes usually have some kind of distance measure, which says something like ‘person’s impairment would be unduly affected by walking 50m/100m.’ When you compare the “harmonisation” proposal with that, something becomes [...]

Sanity is situational

I am perched precariously on the edge of a caged tower, and though the odds of falling are poor I cannot shake the fear that grips my heart. Perhaps paranoia is the overwhelming fear of the potentially possible but highly improbable; if so, I hope this is merely paranoia.

I am at the park with my [...]

From the “oh… right…” files

4/10 I take my last thyroid pill (no refills on my script), and get my blood drawn to check my levels (yes, cutting it close; no, I shouldn’t have waited nearly so long; yes, I’ve done it before; no, I probably still won’t stop from doing it again. procrastination is a powerful habit).

4/16 I [...]