In early June 2010, upon the occasion of me changing the nickname I was publicly using from “Marti” to “Maggie,” the words my mother commented on the Facebook post were, … Continue reading “A Rose by Any Other Name…”
Tag: #MentalHealthAwareness
The Quality of My Life
Have you ever contemplated the worth of your life? What is my disabled life worth? Anything?
The Ebb and Flow of Trauma
Trigger warning: Sexual assault June has once again arrived. One of my personalities deleted all of the social media apps off of my phones overnight. A distinct sign that someone … Continue reading The Ebb and Flow of Trauma
Luered to TikTok for Advocacy
It was only days after my official autism diagnosis that I felt compelled to download and install an app I had sworn never to. For many months, I had been … Continue reading Luered to TikTok for Advocacy
My Bendy Brain: Mental Health and Ehlers-Danlos
Before I go too far, let me preface this. Unlike some of my articles that have been extensively researched, this one is primarily based on my personal experience and theories. … Continue reading My Bendy Brain: Mental Health and Ehlers-Danlos
A Balm for the Bruises and Bends
I have made no secret of the fact that I endure a considerable amount of pain in relation to my Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome and the subsequent antibiotic injury. How do I manage my Ehlers-Danlos? That … Continue reading A Balm for the Bruises and Bends
Autism Awareness: Accepting a New Diagnosis
April is Autism Acceptance (and Awareness) month. What better month to ask some questions of my therapist and get to the bottom of some questions I’ve had for a while? … Continue reading Autism Awareness: Accepting a New Diagnosis
Contrasts of a Confection
During my poetry class, we were given an assignment to write two contrasting poems about the same substance. One of the poems was to be completely literal. No figurative language … Continue reading Contrasts of a Confection
Screaming Secrets: An Original Poem
Screaming Secrets The wronged shrieked from their fingertips, silenced no longer, Empowered by consent, Enraged from words not welcomed to say, stuffed inside, eating the polite curtains away … Continue reading Screaming Secrets: An Original Poem
Three Years With A Home
In spite of the fact I was living with no running water and only the sparsely-available electricity of a small solar panel in a fifth-wheel I called ‘home’ with a husband as temporary as the broken-down RV, I applied to Southern New Hampshire University…
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