pi & anne

Someone posts about disability month. I read with mixed feelings. I remember: a friend told me to leave it behind like a butterfly, my disability. 

blending bananas and oh my

As I look into the bathroom mirror, an aged face after all. Lines. The line my lips form (right now). The lines on my arm.

Bed hair, and I don't feel like doing yoga. Haven't for days now. My bladder hurts, I must have forgotten to drink enough again. I suck (in this), don't I. And I still haven't had more than my coffee. Oh, I do suck, I should be kinder to myself.

Cat videos and wedding dresses. Thank you.

Someone wrote that you don't have to be grateful, it's okay to be unhappy with the status quo. No shame in that.

I turn off the tap, but it drips. Little puddles in the sink. I catch some water in my hand and spread it around the edges. 

a spider cocoons my childhood where is the beginning the end

I have very mixed feelings about Disability Pride Month. Primarily because of the name. I am not “proud” of my disability, I am not even proud of myself (which is one of my problems due to my mental disability). However, I think it is good that it is being made visible to everyone this month: Disability is an important part of society. Most of us humans will most likely become disabled at some point in our lives. How we treat disabled people says a lot about our character. And also how we ignore them.