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nilchanceThe 'oh crap I haven't posted to this journal since I quit my lousy job' edition.
The awesome blog FWD/Forward, or Feminists with Disabilities, opened up in October. I love plenty much everything ever in their blog, but I'll be highlighting some favorites:
Samples: "Many patients with chronic conditions have received free samples of medication... My doctor recognized that my insurance would fight on every prescription she wrote, so it made more sense to give me a free sample to see if the medication even worked than it did to write a prescription for one round, fight viciously with the insurance company to get it honored and filled, and then find out that the medication wouldn’t be suitable."
"What can I do?": "When all solutions are collective, your own actions become invisible. Your contribution to the world around you becomes invisible. The power you hold over other people becomes invisible. Your status as part of the problem becomes invisible."
Ableist Word Profile: You're SO OCD!: "OCD, or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, isn’t just the tendency to keep things all tidy like Mary Poppins on a sugar rush. It doesn’t mean that you like your clothes hung in chromatic order or your socks folded a certain way, or even that you sort your M&M’s into color groups before eating them. It isn’t your friend with her dust free home or Bree VanDeKamp hair or Emily Gilmore six-inch tapers." (I'm so guilty of this one myself, even though I HAVE compulsive thoughts, I've done the stove thing she describes, and I used to pull my hair out by the hank. So y'know, nobody's immune.)
Telegram to TABs, on Spoon Theory: I don't necessarily agree with this perspective, but I do think it's an important thing to consider.
To Whom It May Concern: "I choose to define my life on my terms – not just the bad days, the panic attacks, the times when no pain medication I try even cuts into the pain, but the days where I say “screw it” and explore cities on my own, take in the breeze off the Bay, buy more books than I should, and listen to Imogen Heap as loud as my iPod will go. I may have not chosen my illness, but I damn well chose the rest of my life." I love this as a person with chronic illness AND as a writer, and it illustrates what I loved about Feast; Hot Wheels was just another dude in the bar, not The Disabled Martyr but a PERSON.
The awesome blog FWD/Forward, or Feminists with Disabilities, opened up in October. I love plenty much everything ever in their blog, but I'll be highlighting some favorites:
Samples: "Many patients with chronic conditions have received free samples of medication... My doctor recognized that my insurance would fight on every prescription she wrote, so it made more sense to give me a free sample to see if the medication even worked than it did to write a prescription for one round, fight viciously with the insurance company to get it honored and filled, and then find out that the medication wouldn’t be suitable."
"What can I do?": "When all solutions are collective, your own actions become invisible. Your contribution to the world around you becomes invisible. The power you hold over other people becomes invisible. Your status as part of the problem becomes invisible."
Ableist Word Profile: You're SO OCD!: "OCD, or Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, isn’t just the tendency to keep things all tidy like Mary Poppins on a sugar rush. It doesn’t mean that you like your clothes hung in chromatic order or your socks folded a certain way, or even that you sort your M&M’s into color groups before eating them. It isn’t your friend with her dust free home or Bree VanDeKamp hair or Emily Gilmore six-inch tapers." (I'm so guilty of this one myself, even though I HAVE compulsive thoughts, I've done the stove thing she describes, and I used to pull my hair out by the hank. So y'know, nobody's immune.)
Telegram to TABs, on Spoon Theory: I don't necessarily agree with this perspective, but I do think it's an important thing to consider.
To Whom It May Concern: "I choose to define my life on my terms – not just the bad days, the panic attacks, the times when no pain medication I try even cuts into the pain, but the days where I say “screw it” and explore cities on my own, take in the breeze off the Bay, buy more books than I should, and listen to Imogen Heap as loud as my iPod will go. I may have not chosen my illness, but I damn well chose the rest of my life." I love this as a person with chronic illness AND as a writer, and it illustrates what I loved about Feast; Hot Wheels was just another dude in the bar, not The Disabled Martyr but a PERSON.