What I had failed to realize, despite my weeks of preparation, is that my ability and willingness to enter into a space of “debate” around the issue of abortion is a manifestation of privilege. What you are wiling to debate – what is effectively “up for discussion” – is frequently a reflection of what you think, in principle, you might be willing to give up.

via On the Privilege of Discussing Abortion.


Good information for those of us that need therapists.
Especially if you’re in a non-normative relationship or gender, possibly autistic, or one of a number of other places where traditional psychological assistance tends to attack the very fundamentals of who you are.

Disrupting Dinner Parties

So, you’ve decided to finally take the plunge and find a therapist. Good for you! Your mental health is super freaking important and you deserve to get it taken care of! I’ve gone through the process several times myself, and I know it’s not always easy. Having had good therapists and bad therapists, I certainly know all therapists are not created equal. Indeed, bad experiences in therapy can even make people feel worse, not better.

To be clear, I am not a mental health professional. Lucky for me, my mother is a clinical social worker who ruthlessly screens providers for the people she loves. After observing her, I adopted a similar process once I moved away from home.  In sharing these tips with you, hopefully I can make the task of getting help run a little more smoothly for you.

First off, “therapist” is an umbrella term encompassing a variety of…

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A brilliant set of pieces that reflect a lot of my own travels through pain and disability – though I’m not diagnosed depressive, I’m more undiagnosed autistic.

Research to be Done

Introduction|Part 1: Chronic Pain|Part 2: Depression|Part 3: Ideas

From one thing, know ten thousand things.

— Miyamoto Musashi

I was going to try and write an introductory anecdote for these posts, myself, when I realized that another fantastic blogger had already written one perfectly. Before you continue reading, check out this post by Ferrett Steinmetz.

I think about the only other time I hallucinated, having dropped acid on a very hot summer’s night… and I found it disappointing. Yes, my vision was flexing and distorting, and I witnessed all sorts of curious artifacts as my brain’s visual processing center went into overload – but I quietly dissected each illusion, breaking it down into its interesting components, and in such a way I reduced what could have been a wild trip down into a series of interesting quirks.

I don’t really hallucinate, I don’t…

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