But today’s a date that means something to me: my five year anniversary of being approved for SSDI.
I never hear people talk about that kind of date. But it’s the day my world changed.
But today’s a date that means something to me: my five year anniversary of being approved for SSDI.
I never hear people talk about that kind of date. But it’s the day my world changed.
I was about to write a Facebook post, Facebook being the place I most often share the challenges of navigating benefits systems as someone who is disabled with severe chronic illness. And it occurred to me that perhaps I should
I don’t often post for Transgender Day of Remembrance, although it’s certainly something that I think about. So here’s a story. It turns out that three people from my circle in college have come out as trans now. But that
“As long as you are breathing there is more right with you than wrong with you, no matter what is wrong.” – Jon Kabat-Zinn It was almost six years ago that I finally made my way through reading Full Catastrophe
My parents moved out of my childhood home this past week. Well, sort of. They definitely moved out. That home was complicated for me, having been partially rebuilt 30 years ago after our house fire. As my parents sifted through
According to my Facebook memories I’ve never made a National Coming Out day post. Which surprises me. I came out to my friends in 1992, and to my family in 1998. I’m queer. It’s something I rarely have
People seem curious why I’m not more angry about the illnesses that ravage my body, erode my sense of trust and safety in myself, limit what I can do in the world. I don’t know the full answer. But I