Voiceless Life
I grew up without a voice. Not because I could not speak but because nobody was listening for mine. Every adult around me had already decided who I was.
Continue reading...I grew up without a voice. Not because I could not speak but because nobody was listening for mine. Every adult around me had already decided who I was.
Continue reading...Mirrors are not simple for me. They never have been. I look at mine and every version of myself I have ever been stares back.
Continue reading...We were already faking it before social media existed. Social media just made the performance permanent. Now the competition lives in your pocket.
Continue reading...I have always lived not knowing what tomorrow looks like. That is not some deep metaphor. That was literally my life. The phone would ring and they would tell me it was time for another surgery.
Continue reading...The history of medicine is a history of mislabeling things, getting it wrong, correcting the record, and then getting it wrong again in a new way. And it is not just history. It is happening right now. To me.
Continue reading...What it is actually like to job hunt when your face is the first thing people react to. Not your resume. Not your experience. Your face.
Continue reading...Everyone grows up with expectations. But what happens when no one actually expects anything from you. Or worse, when they hand you this idea that you can do anything and then reality shows up.
Continue reading...I did not have a childhood. I had a schedule of surgeries and recoveries with some school in between. And the thing about missing your childhood is that it does not just disappear.
Continue reading...At some point when I was young I figured out that the safest thing I could be was invisible. The less people saw of me the less they could say about me.
Continue reading...I needed accommodations as a kid. That is just a fact. But the way it played out taught me that asking for help means being seen as less than.
Continue reading...What a cleft lip and palate actually is, from someone who has lived it for over 20 years.
Continue reading...I can spend three hours perfecting the first paragraph of an email and then never send it. ADHD perfectionism is not about wanting things to be great. It is about being unable to start unless they can be perfect immediately.
Continue reading...Someone does not text back for a few hours and my brain has already written the entire story of how they hate me. That is ADHD rejection sensitivity. Now add visible differences to it.
Continue reading...When someone dies, you do not just lose them. You lose every chance you had to do it differently. And that is the part that does not go away.
Continue reading...Like any good journal, this one keeps growing. Check back for new entries, thoughts, and the occasional cat photo.