Last month I attended a psychiatrist appointment as part of the process to access accommodations both through ODSP and through my university accessibility office. This was my third appointment with the clinic and my first with the psychiatrist. This appointment ended in my storming out of the office twenty minutes into the appointment and heading … Continue reading An E-mail To The Social Worker Who Recommended I Needed Yoga
CW: description of sexual assault, internalized victim-blaming, rape culture Today my news feed was filled with Me too. I’ve scrolled past it from countless friends and acquaintances. Post after post reminding us that almost none of us haven’t been affected by sexual harassment or assault. Me too. It took me three years to talk about … Continue reading Me Too: What Happened At the Con
CW: detailed description of public harassment by a visibly mentally ill person, racism, ableism, sanism, police violence Yesterday I woke up deep in a depressive episode. I skipped my second class for the week, a tutorial I still haven’t shown up to it. There was a hopelessness that I’m so familiar with. My body wasn’t … Continue reading When Performing Whiteness Still Can’t Keep You Safe
I have been in a relationship with my partner for a long time. We’re at almost five and a half years. But in that five years there were a couple months we had broken up. My mental health was failing and I couldn’t care for another person. The breakup was messy and painful for both … Continue reading Driving Me Crazy and Keeping Me Sane: This Just Might Be a Love Story
Today is Father’s Day. It’s a day in which we are supposed to appreciate and celebrate fathers. But not everyone has a father, and not everyone has a father who loves them. For those of us who fall in the latter category, today is just another day to dread. There’s nothing sweet or kind about … Continue reading No, I Don’t Want to Hear How Great Your Dad Is, Thanks
Trigger Warnings: This post deals with family death, mental illness, misogyny, and racism.
It’s been nearly two months now. I woke up to a phone call from my mother. At first it seemed normal, and as I’m about to scold my mother for waking me she says something that hits me in my stomach. Continue reading “Missed Chances: Dealing with Death from Afar”
I have a short story in a paper zine form on display at the Our Future Is Queer exhibit. Due to financial reasons, I wasn’t able to print off enough of these zines to allow for visitors to keep. Since the short story has such limited access, I’ve decided to make a digital version available for free. Continue reading Our Future Is Queer: On the Varuna
