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Notes on Faith, Grief and Homophobia

Nov 27, 2020Nov 27, 2020 ~ Cantatrice ~ Leave a comment

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

Empathy is overrated

Feb 11, 2020 ~ Cantatrice ~ Leave a comment

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

Oct 24, 2019 ~ Cantatrice ~ Leave a comment

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

Oct 5, 2019 ~ Cantatrice ~ 1 Comment

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

A gift for a man I shouldn’t know

Sep 18, 2018Sep 24, 2018 ~ Cantatrice ~ 3 Comments

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

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