Cantrips and Catechisms

CW: Mentions of Southern Evangelical religious beliefs that are pretty darn scary and in my mind qualify as genuine trauma. Also mentions of other forms of childhood trauma. All from the past, though, not the present. So, don’t worry! I promised….about two months ago...to tell the story of how I unmasked about trauma and neurodiversity … Continue reading Cantrips and Catechisms

Remember, Remember…

1) To vote today in your local elections if you are in the U.S. 2) That I exist. A combination of the Internet modem we thought was finally working failing again, getting sick/stuck in a flare for several weeks and then going out of town all contrived to make posting difficult again. Ugh. But, have … Continue reading Remember, Remember…

Trust in Mental Health Treatment #5: Axe to Grind

Actual texts sent to my Partner from my psychiatrist appointment: Lavender: "Mental health treatment is bullshit. I got the first appointment with my psychiatrist at 8:30am - knowing how ridiculously early that is – and I honored that commitment to wake up on a weekend to be available for rehearsal. It’s 9:45am and he hasn't … Continue reading Trust in Mental Health Treatment #5: Axe to Grind

Messages in a Bottle #15: Sharkna-Don’t-Mess-with-Me

After a few blessed days of rain, it has resumed being entirely too hot to live, and my creative juices are currently leaking out my ears and puddling on the floor. But, at least my brain is only melting, rather than being constructed entirely out of (presumably also melting) cheez whiz. I am fully lucid … Continue reading Messages in a Bottle #15: Sharkna-Don’t-Mess-with-Me

The American Dread

This time last year, I was about to go on my not-FMLA. I had pre-written a blog post about how to protest with chronic illness for the Fourth of July, and - as that is a rather date-specific post - I went ahead and posted that. But, while I certainly went to protests as best … Continue reading The American Dread

Messages in a Bottle #14: If You’re a Poet and You Don’t Know It…

Traumaversaries are weird. I have learned that it is entirely possible for me to feel stressed, anxious, rejection sensitive and floaty for days with no overt understanding of why I am feeling this way - even throughout events that should otherwise be fun in present-day 2019 - because my subconscious mind still remembers what my conscious mind … Continue reading Messages in a Bottle #14: If You’re a Poet and You Don’t Know It…

End-User Experience

Movie theaters have become events in and of themselves. One that opened near us recently has a full restaurant inside of it where patrons can eat at traditional tables before the movie - or order their carnitas nachos to be served at tables inside the theater while they recline in their heated leather seats. The … Continue reading End-User Experience

Cohen Events

*Knock knock* "Who's there?" "Orange." "Orange who?" "Orange you glad Trump might finally be impeached as dictator of this Banana Republic?" I'm berry sorry, everyone. My joke might be a bit green still, but here's hoping the currant hints of corruption while in office from Cohen's testimony do eventually ripen and bear fruit. Trump is … Continue reading Cohen Events

You’ve Been Catfooded!

Did I ever mention that my Partner and I are weird people? Like "gallows humor" and "eat anything on the planet at least once" weird? Or that we're advocates for social justice? If not, you have officially been warned. I may have mentioned before about how my kitty has PTSD from being abused, starved and … Continue reading You’ve Been Catfooded!

For Better or Worse

CW: Anonymity is so inconvenient sometimes. I can't, for instance, tell you the actual state motto of the 9th Circle of Hell. "Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here," while appropriate, is actually not nearly as morbidly satisfying as the true state motto. If I ever write a memoir of my experiences in Hell - … Continue reading For Better or Worse