Too disabled to be hired, too intelligent to ask for help.

It's no secret that I have Cerebral Palsy. It's also no secret that I'm well-spoken, and can function well, as far as in terms of cognitive processes. Basically, I'm self-sufficient and I can think pretty darn straight and logically. It is rough living in the in-between of anything, especially in terms of abilities. I just … Continue reading Too disabled to be hired, too intelligent to ask for help.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow I'll be back in the swing of things, and I'll once again be posting regularly. I've moved and was without steady internet connection for a while. I have not abandoned this home I've made. I hope you, little reader, forgive me for my absence. There is still a place for you in my heart … Continue reading Tomorrow

Paying Homage To Caregiving, And Being Taken Care Of – Part 2/2

Hello again, and welcome home. It's so good to see you! This post is going to be almost entirely subjective and deeply personal; I hope you are still able to relate in some ways. Let's begin. After thoughtful deliberation on part two, I concluded that I would let you in on my experiences and how … Continue reading Paying Homage To Caregiving, And Being Taken Care Of – Part 2/2

Paying Homage to Caregiving, and Being Taken Care Of – Part 1 of 2

On one hand, living with a disability or chronic illness creates so many barriers; nearly all of these vary or are contingent on a plethora of routes and lives lived up to this moment/up to the onset of disability. On the other hand, supporting someone with a wide variety of needs, such as someone in … Continue reading Paying Homage to Caregiving, and Being Taken Care Of – Part 1 of 2

On ‘Eating Shit Sandwiches’

Dust settles... We packed what we could and left. Our first venture with an air mattress didn't go so well. In our first go-round with balloon beds, we slept comfortably enough but would wake up two or three times a night. The air had vacated its dwelling place inside the mattress and decided the floor … Continue reading On ‘Eating Shit Sandwiches’

10:43 P.M.

My house looks emptier as the days roll on. No kidding, I've gotten rid of almost everything except my tapestries, and my desk (which I plan on trading in for a smaller one). Of course, I still use my laptop to write to you on here. If you've been following me since I vowed to … Continue reading 10:43 P.M.

The first smile

the first time she smiled at me/it felt like her smile was forbidden/She buried her face in my pillow and she laughed as she bared her fangs/she never used them as a weapon with me/and I felt like I was one with the pack/Age wasn't a factor and we/ fell in love starting from my … Continue reading The first smile