This is going to be a long one. And when I say that at the start - instead of aiming for brevity and spawning a great verbose behemoth instead - you know it’s true. There’s also extremely personal and painful stuff in here, so there will be less snark than usual. Probably not no snark, … Continue reading Notes on Faith, Grief and Homophobia
Tag: depression
Empathy is overrated
Empathy is a bit of a sticking point in conversations about autism. It’s one of the most misunderstood elements of the spectrum and it tends to result in us being a bit spiky. There’s a lot of shouting that we’re more empathetic than neurotypical people, so fuck you, World of Allism. There are snarky Facebook … Continue reading Empathy is overrated
Inktober 24/10/19: Dizzy
Side effects may include: Dizziness Headaches Finally calling your friends back and being able to tell them that this time you don’t feel quite so bad Insomnia Sleepiness Waking up before 2pm and getting out of bed without total dread Weight loss Weight gain Eating an actual dinner instead of three packets of crisps that … Continue reading Inktober 24/10/19: Dizzy
Inktober 05/10/19: Build
Today, you will hide in darkness. Sweaty sheets will make your nose twitch, biscuit crumbs on your back will make you toss and turn and the sound of next door’s dishwasher will sit in that darkness with you. You will not escape your prison by tunnelling, little rabbit, but it is okay to remain in … Continue reading Inktober 05/10/19: Build
Eleanor Oliphant’s story, and why it doesn’t belong to the author who wrote it.
Make yourself a cup of tea, buddos. This is going to be a long one. My last post examined the "not your story" issue from the position of having white privilege. Now I’m going to look at it from the position of someone who is marginalised. This isn’t going to be about male SFF writers … Continue reading Eleanor Oliphant’s story, and why it doesn’t belong to the author who wrote it.
A gift for a man I shouldn’t know
Cw: mental health shiz. This is going to be depressing. Comes with the subject matter I'm afraid. The How I Met My Psychiatrist genre of anecdotes isn't the most chirpy of all dinner party stories. I am what I might call an intermittently crazy person. You, on the other hand, should not call me this. … Continue reading A gift for a man I shouldn’t know
