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 »
My curious friend asked about my voices. He wants to know what they sound like, are they nice or mean, genders, languages. I searched my own blog for hearing voices and came up with some cool posts, but nothing giving a real overview. I’m crazy and disabled, love and accept myself unconditionally, and have a… Read More »
I made a new triptych. It’s called heal the body. It was fun to make this art, to see the process through. I painted the cardstock yellow with a lil orange in the morning. It’s on a box from a package of frozen rice that Ming likes. I’d been thinking about rest, nurturing, and the… Read More »
Ancestors don’t have to be blood ancestors or family ancestors. This idea is super important to me. When I’m passing by an institution, and I know people in there are disabled like me, those people are my ancestors. Well, they are still alive. But everyone in the whole world, back through time, who was called… Read More »
I’ve been going for walks by myself sometimes, when Ming is out serving the hungry. I feel brave and kind of free–at the same time, exposed. But it’s early enough that few people are out and about. I see tons of trash. The shopping cart was made to facilitate capitalism, which is exploitative production of… Read More »
“Think about how good you are. Close your eyes–take a deep breath. Think how you are fucking amazing, and do so much work, for the world.” Ming was about to go out to the May Day event to bring tech and street medicine to the people. “Relax your shoulders. Ok, smile more.” He was wearing… 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 »