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When you can’t understand that you are part of the problem – or how Mayim Bialik and her defenders are defending rape culture.

It’s Sunday. I was looking forward to a nice coffee, a few hours spent watching lazy Sunday afternoon movies, and catching up with the women in my online disability groups. We grumble about aches and pains, talk about daily life, and suggest products and things that will help each other. Instead I’m shoulder deep inContinue reading “When you can’t understand that you are part of the problem – or how Mayim Bialik and her defenders are defending rape culture.”

Consent in a non-consent world

At 35, I’m pretty much settled on the basics of what I do and do not like in life. I love hot chocolate made with coconut milk on cold winter days (especially when laced with marshmallows), long hot baths that ease my fibromyalgia, curling up with my sister for a Netflix binge of one ofContinue reading “Consent in a non-consent world”

Who’s the F***ing Snowflake?

A rundown of the past week: I posted about my past and lost a friend of 17 years who thought it was more important for me to do something they wanted me to do than that I finally felt able to say ‘This is me, this is why I have PTSD.’ Only a few monthsContinue reading “Who’s the F***ing Snowflake?”

The post I hadn’t dared to write – or my life as an abuse survivor

This is the post that a lot of people are going to stare at and look at in confusion. It’s the post that will get a reaction from people who knew me growing up more than people who know me now. It’s one I didn’t think I would ever be ready to post and IContinue reading “The post I hadn’t dared to write – or my life as an abuse survivor”