breakfast ingredients “You want a grackle for breakfast?” I asked Ming. A grackle was vocalizing in the courtyard. “Yeah!” he said. “Oh, honey. You don’t eat birds. The only animals you eat are sea creatures.” “Well, that’s good because they both start with a c.” “Uh–grackle doesn’t start with a c. It starts with a… Read More »
A lot of people think they know what stuff means, but they don’t really know what it means. Like blind–a lot of people think blind people see nothing, just darkness. But there’s a range. Sighted people can feel betrayed, to learn a blind person can see a lil tiny bit. “But I thought you were… Read More »
I want a wider range of behaviors and needs to be ok. I need respect for differences. For so long, I’ve policed my own self for the comfort of others, which I learned before age 2, I’m guessing. I needed to keep the people around me liking me, so I could keep getting my needs… Read More »
“Is it ok if I like Traumatic Brain Injury people more than I like non-Traumatic Brain Injury people?” I asked Ming. “Yes,” he said. I love asking Ming ridiculous questions, and he is so good at answering them. “Good, because I like you best of all!” I said. the wall There’s genes, there’s brain waves,… Read More »
Did you know Ming is disabled by ocd? He mentions narcolepsy often, as his disability. But ocd complexifies the narcolepsy all day long. (This post is about caregivers for disabled people.) Imagine needing to keep track of everything you do, including pills you take, but you fall asleep a hundred times a day. Imagine needing… Read More »
I notice people are often called “mentally ill” to take away their power. And I see people called “mentally ill” just for having any unwanted behavior. Yeah, I hear voices–I have strong moods, etc. My mental health is more intense than most, maybe. But anyone pushed to an extreme or really hurting can have strong… Read More »
I painted these backgrounds and realized the kid-me would have been thrilled by the colors. Lavender was my favorite color, when I was a kid, and pink with white. I was thinking how sometimes when a trans woman starts living as a woman, who had lived as a man, her way of dress and makeup… Read More »
This morning I cooked of some veg sausage for Ming that had been sitting in the freezer for a while. I was the main eater of soy sausage at our house, but I stopped eating soy in late summer. So it was nice to cook the last three little patties, for him. I made Ming… Read More »
I do this chuckle that’s a stim–a common one, of all my stims. It’s a funny rhythmic chuckle, brief and not too loud. Also I make a sound sometimes like “hoey who hee who.” It means nothing. I remember when my mom would make a sound related to “hoey.” She seemed to make it like… Read More »
Hey, I go through phases where I listen to a lot of Joanna Newsom. She is powerful medicine for me, as well as a freakin genius. I can pick it up but have to put it back down again. I want to listen to Milk-Eyed Mender over and over. It can be very stabilizing for… Read More »