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  1. 'Lewis takes up a debate with several Black feminists who have, at various times, questioned the idea of family abolition, whose central argument has been that, very often, Black families have been sites of resistance against racism. Similarly, we could point to many experiences of class struggle in which sectors of working families have played a key role against the attacks of capital: supporting strikes, establishing relations of solidarity between factories and neighborhoods, staging rent strikes, maintaining soup kitchens, creating movements in defense of public services, and many other forms of resistance. The tradition of “women’s commissions” in strikes, for example, has allowed the working class to articulate fighting forces far beyond the workplace.

    'To this criticism Lewis responds that, even so, we should not cease working for the abolition of the family, since we would not need its “protective shield” if we managed to build a society without racism. The argument contains a grain of truth, but it stops halfway. It fails to contemplate the role that the family relations within sectors of the working class and oppressed can play in moments of heightened class struggle. On another level, it doesn’t account for the fact that capitalism, while it needs such a “social cell” for its own reproduction, constantly undermines working families’ very conditions of existence. Marx and Engels remarked on this in the mid-19th century, pointing to the length of the working day, the lack of decent housing, and the general precariousness of working class life.'

    Josefina L. Martínez : leftvoice.org/love-and-care-be

    #property #gender #subordination #dependence #family #debates #debate #abolition #antiCapitalism #Fourier #Lewis #sociology #anthropology #communities #feminism #feminisms #chores #care #queer #rainbowMafia #historyOfIdeas #Marxism #relationships #abolitionism #culturalism #radicalFeminism #materialism #classes #revolution #domesticWork #classStruggle #careWork #historyOfFeminism

  2. 'Lewis takes up a debate with several Black feminists who have, at various times, questioned the idea of family abolition, whose central argument has been that, very often, Black families have been sites of resistance against racism. Similarly, we could point to many experiences of class struggle in which sectors of working families have played a key role against the attacks of capital: supporting strikes, establishing relations of solidarity between factories and neighborhoods, staging rent strikes, maintaining soup kitchens, creating movements in defense of public services, and many other forms of resistance. The tradition of “women’s commissions” in strikes, for example, has allowed the working class to articulate fighting forces far beyond the workplace.

    'To this criticism Lewis responds that, even so, we should not cease working for the abolition of the family, since we would not need its “protective shield” if we managed to build a society without racism. The argument contains a grain of truth, but it stops halfway. It fails to contemplate the role that the family relations within sectors of the working class and oppressed can play in moments of heightened class struggle. On another level, it doesn’t account for the fact that capitalism, while it needs such a “social cell” for its own reproduction, constantly undermines working families’ very conditions of existence. Marx and Engels remarked on this in the mid-19th century, pointing to the length of the working day, the lack of decent housing, and the general precariousness of working class life.'

    Josefina L. Martínez : leftvoice.org/love-and-care-be

    #property #gender #subordination #dependence #family #debates #debate #abolition #antiCapitalism #Fourier #Lewis #sociology #anthropology #communities #feminism #feminisms #chores #care #queer #rainbowMafia #historyOfIdeas #Marxism #relationships #abolitionism #culturalism #radicalFeminism #materialism #classes #revolution #domesticWork #classStruggle #careWork #historyOfFeminism

  3. 'Lewis takes up a debate with several Black feminists who have, at various times, questioned the idea of family abolition, whose central argument has been that, very often, Black families have been sites of resistance against racism. Similarly, we could point to many experiences of class struggle in which sectors of working families have played a key role against the attacks of capital: supporting strikes, establishing relations of solidarity between factories and neighborhoods, staging rent strikes, maintaining soup kitchens, creating movements in defense of public services, and many other forms of resistance. The tradition of “women’s commissions” in strikes, for example, has allowed the working class to articulate fighting forces far beyond the workplace.

    'To this criticism Lewis responds that, even so, we should not cease working for the abolition of the family, since we would not need its “protective shield” if we managed to build a society without racism. The argument contains a grain of truth, but it stops halfway. It fails to contemplate the role that the family relations within sectors of the working class and oppressed can play in moments of heightened class struggle. On another level, it doesn’t account for the fact that capitalism, while it needs such a “social cell” for its own reproduction, constantly undermines working families’ very conditions of existence. Marx and Engels remarked on this in the mid-19th century, pointing to the length of the working day, the lack of decent housing, and the general precariousness of working class life.'

    Josefina L. Martínez : leftvoice.org/love-and-care-be

    #property #gender #subordination #dependence #family #debates #debate #abolition #antiCapitalism #Fourier #Lewis #sociology #anthropology #communities #feminism #feminisms #chores #care #queer #rainbowMafia #historyOfIdeas #Marxism #relationships #abolitionism #culturalism #radicalFeminism #materialism #classes #revolution #domesticWork #classStruggle #careWork #historyOfFeminism

  4. 'Lewis takes up a debate with several Black feminists who have, at various times, questioned the idea of family abolition, whose central argument has been that, very often, Black families have been sites of resistance against racism. Similarly, we could point to many experiences of class struggle in which sectors of working families have played a key role against the attacks of capital: supporting strikes, establishing relations of solidarity between factories and neighborhoods, staging rent strikes, maintaining soup kitchens, creating movements in defense of public services, and many other forms of resistance. The tradition of “women’s commissions” in strikes, for example, has allowed the working class to articulate fighting forces far beyond the workplace.

    'To this criticism Lewis responds that, even so, we should not cease working for the abolition of the family, since we would not need its “protective shield” if we managed to build a society without racism. The argument contains a grain of truth, but it stops halfway. It fails to contemplate the role that the family relations within sectors of the working class and oppressed can play in moments of heightened class struggle. On another level, it doesn’t account for the fact that capitalism, while it needs such a “social cell” for its own reproduction, constantly undermines working families’ very conditions of existence. Marx and Engels remarked on this in the mid-19th century, pointing to the length of the working day, the lack of decent housing, and the general precariousness of working class life.'

    Josefina L. Martínez : leftvoice.org/love-and-care-be

    #property #gender #subordination #dependence #family #debates #debate #abolition #antiCapitalism #Fourier #Lewis #sociology #anthropology #communities #feminism #feminisms #chores #care #queer #rainbowMafia #historyOfIdeas #Marxism #relationships #abolitionism #culturalism #radicalFeminism #materialism #classes #revolution #domesticWork #classStruggle #careWork #historyOfFeminism

  5. 'Lewis takes up a debate with several Black feminists who have, at various times, questioned the idea of family abolition, whose central argument has been that, very often, Black families have been sites of resistance against racism. Similarly, we could point to many experiences of class struggle in which sectors of working families have played a key role against the attacks of capital: supporting strikes, establishing relations of solidarity between factories and neighborhoods, staging rent strikes, maintaining soup kitchens, creating movements in defense of public services, and many other forms of resistance. The tradition of “women’s commissions” in strikes, for example, has allowed the working class to articulate fighting forces far beyond the workplace.

    'To this criticism Lewis responds that, even so, we should not cease working for the abolition of the family, since we would not need its “protective shield” if we managed to build a society without racism. The argument contains a grain of truth, but it stops halfway. It fails to contemplate the role that the family relations within sectors of the working class and oppressed can play in moments of heightened class struggle. On another level, it doesn’t account for the fact that capitalism, while it needs such a “social cell” for its own reproduction, constantly undermines working families’ very conditions of existence. Marx and Engels remarked on this in the mid-19th century, pointing to the length of the working day, the lack of decent housing, and the general precariousness of working class life.'

    Josefina L. Martínez : leftvoice.org/love-and-care-be

    #property #gender #subordination #dependence #family #debates #debate #abolition #antiCapitalism #Fourier #Lewis #sociology #anthropology #communities #feminism #feminisms #chores #care #queer #rainbowMafia #historyOfIdeas #Marxism #relationships #abolitionism #culturalism #radicalFeminism #materialism #classes #revolution #domesticWork #classStruggle #careWork #historyOfFeminism

  6. A crisis of social reproduction

    “We are living in a world that is the most cognitively demanding world that there has ever been...So it is unsurprising that people feel that they are overwhelmed. They can’t focus. They can’t concentrate because that is the world we live in.”
    >>
    abc.net.au/news/2026-04-21/wom
    #zeitgeist #CareWork #CrisisOfCare #women #gender #ReproductiveLabour #DoubleBurden #CareDeficit #austerity #overwhelmedness #speed #ClimateCrisis #lifeworld #pharmaceuticals #medication #SocialTransition

  7. Isyerofa Ninnfuto explores the struggles of migrant workers in the UK, highlighting how nurseries under capitalism are a contradictory space in which the love and care of children coexists with the subordination of workers to management.

    interregnum.ghost.io/early-yea

    #migrantworkers #care #carework #migrants #migrant #nursery #capitalism #workers #workersrights #work #earlyyearseducation #children #uk

  8. Isyerofa Ninnfuto explores the struggles of migrant workers in the UK, highlighting how nurseries under capitalism are a contradictory space in which the love and care of children coexists with the subordination of workers to management.

    interregnum.ghost.io/early-yea

    #migrantworkers #care #carework #migrants #migrant #nursery #capitalism #workers #workersrights #work #earlyyearseducation #children #uk

  9. Isyerofa Ninnfuto explores the struggles of migrant workers in the UK, highlighting how nurseries under capitalism are a contradictory space in which the love and care of children coexists with the subordination of workers to management.

    interregnum.ghost.io/early-yea

    #migrantworkers #care #carework #migrants #migrant #nursery #capitalism #workers #workersrights #work #earlyyearseducation #children #uk

  10. Wie sieht #Fürsorge aus, wenn sie niemand sieht? In der #Ukraine übernehmen Männer schon lang #CareWork. Doch ihre Arbeit bleibt unsichtbar, weil Fürsorge als klassische „Frauensache“ gilt. Ilona Grabmaier zeigt: Es ist Zeit, unser Bild von Fürsorge zu überdenken. #Gender

    grossvater.hypotheses.org/3455

  11. Wie sieht #Fürsorge aus, wenn sie niemand sieht? In der #Ukraine übernehmen Männer schon lang #CareWork. Doch ihre Arbeit bleibt unsichtbar, weil Fürsorge als klassische „Frauensache“ gilt. Ilona Grabmaier zeigt: Es ist Zeit, unser Bild von Fürsorge zu überdenken. #Gender

    grossvater.hypotheses.org/3455

  12. Wie sieht #Fürsorge aus, wenn sie niemand sieht? In der #Ukraine übernehmen Männer schon lang #CareWork. Doch ihre Arbeit bleibt unsichtbar, weil Fürsorge als klassische „Frauensache“ gilt. Ilona Grabmaier zeigt: Es ist Zeit, unser Bild von Fürsorge zu überdenken. #Gender

    grossvater.hypotheses.org/3455

  13. Wie sieht #Fürsorge aus, wenn sie niemand sieht? In der #Ukraine übernehmen Männer schon lang #CareWork. Doch ihre Arbeit bleibt unsichtbar, weil Fürsorge als klassische „Frauensache“ gilt. Ilona Grabmaier zeigt: Es ist Zeit, unser Bild von Fürsorge zu überdenken. #Gender

    grossvater.hypotheses.org/3455

  14. Wie sieht #Fürsorge aus, wenn sie niemand sieht? In der #Ukraine übernehmen Männer schon lang #CareWork. Doch ihre Arbeit bleibt unsichtbar, weil Fürsorge als klassische „Frauensache“ gilt. Ilona Grabmaier zeigt: Es ist Zeit, unser Bild von Fürsorge zu überdenken. #Gender

    grossvater.hypotheses.org/3455

  15. CW: WERKTÄTIGKEIT & (FÜR-)SORGE GLEICHWÜRDIG ANERKENNEN

    ❓ Wie und auf welchen Grundlagen werden unterschiedliche Tätigkeiten anerkannt?

    ❕Sich um Mitmenschen und gemeinsam Genutztes zu kümmern, ist unabweisbarer Teil des Wirtschaftens. In diesem Verständnis, sind Sorge-Arbeit (Care) und "produktive" Arbeit gleichwürdig. Beide verdienen vielfältige Formen der Wertschätzung, die sich nicht daran orientieren, was wie gut verkaufbar ist. Bezahlung ist dabei nicht das primäre Mittel der Anerkennung. Entscheidend ist, dass Menschen ausreichend Zeit haben zu tun, was zu tun ist und dass sie über die Art der Anerkennung selbst bestimmen.

    👉 Zeitbanken, wie die Stadin Aikapankki aus Helsinki, bewerten Zeit, Bedürfnisse und aktive Beiträge aller Beteiligten gleich.
    👉 Die Gleichwürdigkeit der Tätigkeiten drückt sich im selbstverwalteten Krankenhaus von Cecosesola unter anderem darin aus, dass alle ihre jeweiligen Arbeitsplätze selbst reinigen. So entsteht die Anerkennung aller notwendigen Tätigkeiten im eigenen Tun.

    🗨 Was sind deine Gedanken dazu?

    #commons #commoning #fediverse #carework #careeconomy #cecosesola #valuingcare

  16. CW: WERKTÄTIGKEIT & (FÜR-)SORGE GLEICHWÜRDIG ANERKENNEN

    ❓ Wie und auf welchen Grundlagen werden unterschiedliche Tätigkeiten anerkannt?

    ❕Sich um Mitmenschen und gemeinsam Genutztes zu kümmern, ist unabweisbarer Teil des Wirtschaftens. In diesem Verständnis, sind Sorge-Arbeit (Care) und "produktive" Arbeit gleichwürdig. Beide verdienen vielfältige Formen der Wertschätzung, die sich nicht daran orientieren, was wie gut verkaufbar ist. Bezahlung ist dabei nicht das primäre Mittel der Anerkennung. Entscheidend ist, dass Menschen ausreichend Zeit haben zu tun, was zu tun ist und dass sie über die Art der Anerkennung selbst bestimmen.

    👉 Zeitbanken, wie die Stadin Aikapankki aus Helsinki, bewerten Zeit, Bedürfnisse und aktive Beiträge aller Beteiligten gleich.
    👉 Die Gleichwürdigkeit der Tätigkeiten drückt sich im selbstverwalteten Krankenhaus von Cecosesola unter anderem darin aus, dass alle ihre jeweiligen Arbeitsplätze selbst reinigen. So entsteht die Anerkennung aller notwendigen Tätigkeiten im eigenen Tun.

    🗨 Was sind deine Gedanken dazu?

    #commons #commoning #fediverse #carework #careeconomy #cecosesola #valuingcare

  17. CW: WERKTÄTIGKEIT & (FÜR-)SORGE GLEICHWÜRDIG ANERKENNEN

    ❓ Wie und auf welchen Grundlagen werden unterschiedliche Tätigkeiten anerkannt?

    ❕Sich um Mitmenschen und gemeinsam Genutztes zu kümmern, ist unabweisbarer Teil des Wirtschaftens. In diesem Verständnis, sind Sorge-Arbeit (Care) und "produktive" Arbeit gleichwürdig. Beide verdienen vielfältige Formen der Wertschätzung, die sich nicht daran orientieren, was wie gut verkaufbar ist. Bezahlung ist dabei nicht das primäre Mittel der Anerkennung. Entscheidend ist, dass Menschen ausreichend Zeit haben zu tun, was zu tun ist und dass sie über die Art der Anerkennung selbst bestimmen.

    👉 Zeitbanken, wie die Stadin Aikapankki aus Helsinki, bewerten Zeit, Bedürfnisse und aktive Beiträge aller Beteiligten gleich.
    👉 Die Gleichwürdigkeit der Tätigkeiten drückt sich im selbstverwalteten Krankenhaus von Cecosesola unter anderem darin aus, dass alle ihre jeweiligen Arbeitsplätze selbst reinigen. So entsteht die Anerkennung aller notwendigen Tätigkeiten im eigenen Tun.

    🗨 Was sind deine Gedanken dazu?

    #commons #commoning #fediverse #carework #careeconomy #cecosesola #valuingcare

  18. CW: WERKTÄTIGKEIT & (FÜR-)SORGE GLEICHWÜRDIG ANERKENNEN

    ❓ Wie und auf welchen Grundlagen werden unterschiedliche Tätigkeiten anerkannt?

    ❕Sich um Mitmenschen und gemeinsam Genutztes zu kümmern, ist unabweisbarer Teil des Wirtschaftens. In diesem Verständnis, sind Sorge-Arbeit (Care) und "produktive" Arbeit gleichwürdig. Beide verdienen vielfältige Formen der Wertschätzung, die sich nicht daran orientieren, was wie gut verkaufbar ist. Bezahlung ist dabei nicht das primäre Mittel der Anerkennung. Entscheidend ist, dass Menschen ausreichend Zeit haben zu tun, was zu tun ist und dass sie über die Art der Anerkennung selbst bestimmen.

    👉 Zeitbanken, wie die Stadin Aikapankki aus Helsinki, bewerten Zeit, Bedürfnisse und aktive Beiträge aller Beteiligten gleich.
    👉 Die Gleichwürdigkeit der Tätigkeiten drückt sich im selbstverwalteten Krankenhaus von Cecosesola unter anderem darin aus, dass alle ihre jeweiligen Arbeitsplätze selbst reinigen. So entsteht die Anerkennung aller notwendigen Tätigkeiten im eigenen Tun.

    🗨 Was sind deine Gedanken dazu?

    #commons #commoning #fediverse #carework #careeconomy #cecosesola #valuingcare

  19. Well, this week has so far involved a seizure from Jarrah (he missed a dose of his medication, which doesn't bode well for reducing it over the next month, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it), a night of digestive issues for me, and a call from Dad late this afternoon, who thankfully didn't need the hospital this time (probably just dehydrated and low blood sugar; I went over and made him a cuppa and a sandwich).

    It's Tuesday. Wtf. I'm putting in an order for less drama for the rest of the week please.

    However! Good things are happening all the same:

    + Kid4 has been playing Diablo 2 and loving it and keeps asking me stuff and last night we had a chat about some things (waypoints and identifying items) and he said, 'It's so great to be finally playing a game that I can talk to you about!' (because I play few games, but Diablo 2 is one of my very faves)

    + we have a hot day forecast tomorrow but after that, hopefully it'll be into cooler weather

    + the kitchen stayed clean until the weekend! I say 'stayed clean' – I mean, I kept it clean. Obviously it's a bit messy now given the last couple of days but I feel like it's not overwhelming. Also, the fam is helping with this – yay for a virtuous circle

    + fit in a good trumpet practice before Dad called. I missed so many days last week and I really noticed the difference in my lesson

    + I ordered a record for my birthday soon and it arrived and I'm so delighted 🥰

    #GoodThings #busy #family #CareWork #trumpet #housework #music #gaming #jarrah

  20. Well, this week has so far involved a seizure from Jarrah (he missed a dose of his medication, which doesn't bode well for reducing it over the next month, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it), a night of digestive issues for me, and a call from Dad late this afternoon, who thankfully didn't need the hospital this time (probably just dehydrated and low blood sugar; I went over and made him a cuppa and a sandwich).

    It's Tuesday. Wtf. I'm putting in an order for less drama for the rest of the week please.

    However! Good things are happening all the same:

    + Kid4 has been playing Diablo 2 and loving it and keeps asking me stuff and last night we had a chat about some things (waypoints and identifying items) and he said, 'It's so great to be finally playing a game that I can talk to you about!' (because I play few games, but Diablo 2 is one of my very faves)

    + we have a hot day forecast tomorrow but after that, hopefully it'll be into cooler weather

    + the kitchen stayed clean until the weekend! I say 'stayed clean' – I mean, I kept it clean. Obviously it's a bit messy now given the last couple of days but I feel like it's not overwhelming. Also, the fam is helping with this – yay for a virtuous circle

    + fit in a good trumpet practice before Dad called. I missed so many days last week and I really noticed the difference in my lesson

    + I ordered a record for my birthday soon and it arrived and I'm so delighted 🥰

    #GoodThings #busy #family #CareWork #trumpet #housework #music #gaming #jarrah

  21. Well, this week has so far involved a seizure from Jarrah (he missed a dose of his medication, which doesn't bode well for reducing it over the next month, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it), a night of digestive issues for me, and a call from Dad late this afternoon, who thankfully didn't need the hospital this time (probably just dehydrated and low blood sugar; I went over and made him a cuppa and a sandwich).

    It's Tuesday. Wtf. I'm putting in an order for less drama for the rest of the week please.

    However! Good things are happening all the same:

    + Kid4 has been playing Diablo 2 and loving it and keeps asking me stuff and last night we had a chat about some things (waypoints and identifying items) and he said, 'It's so great to be finally playing a game that I can talk to you about!' (because I play few games, but Diablo 2 is one of my very faves)

    + we have a hot day forecast tomorrow but after that, hopefully it'll be into cooler weather

    + the kitchen stayed clean until the weekend! I say 'stayed clean' – I mean, I kept it clean. Obviously it's a bit messy now given the last couple of days but I feel like it's not overwhelming. Also, the fam is helping with this – yay for a virtuous circle

    + fit in a good trumpet practice before Dad called. I missed so many days last week and I really noticed the difference in my lesson

    + I ordered a record for my birthday soon and it arrived and I'm so delighted 🥰

    #GoodThings #busy #family #CareWork #trumpet #housework #music #gaming #jarrah

  22. Well, this week has so far involved a seizure from Jarrah (he missed a dose of his medication, which doesn't bode well for reducing it over the next month, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it), a night of digestive issues for me, and a call from Dad late this afternoon, who thankfully didn't need the hospital this time (probably just dehydrated and low blood sugar; I went over and made him a cuppa and a sandwich).

    It's Tuesday. Wtf. I'm putting in an order for less drama for the rest of the week please.

    However! Good things are happening all the same:

    + Kid4 has been playing Diablo 2 and loving it and keeps asking me stuff and last night we had a chat about some things (waypoints and identifying items) and he said, 'It's so great to be finally playing a game that I can talk to you about!' (because I play few games, but Diablo 2 is one of my very faves)

    + we have a hot day forecast tomorrow but after that, hopefully it'll be into cooler weather

    + the kitchen stayed clean until the weekend! I say 'stayed clean' – I mean, I kept it clean. Obviously it's a bit messy now given the last couple of days but I feel like it's not overwhelming. Also, the fam is helping with this – yay for a virtuous circle

    + fit in a good trumpet practice before Dad called. I missed so many days last week and I really noticed the difference in my lesson

    + I ordered a record for my birthday soon and it arrived and I'm so delighted 🥰

    #GoodThings #busy #family #CareWork #trumpet #housework #music #gaming #jarrah

  23. Well, this week has so far involved a seizure from Jarrah (he missed a dose of his medication, which doesn't bode well for reducing it over the next month, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it), a night of digestive issues for me, and a call from Dad late this afternoon, who thankfully didn't need the hospital this time (probably just dehydrated and low blood sugar; I went over and made him a cuppa and a sandwich).

    It's Tuesday. Wtf. I'm putting in an order for less drama for the rest of the week please.

    However! Good things are happening all the same:

    + Kid4 has been playing Diablo 2 and loving it and keeps asking me stuff and last night we had a chat about some things (waypoints and identifying items) and he said, 'It's so great to be finally playing a game that I can talk to you about!' (because I play few games, but Diablo 2 is one of my very faves)

    + we have a hot day forecast tomorrow but after that, hopefully it'll be into cooler weather

    + the kitchen stayed clean until the weekend! I say 'stayed clean' – I mean, I kept it clean. Obviously it's a bit messy now given the last couple of days but I feel like it's not overwhelming. Also, the fam is helping with this – yay for a virtuous circle

    + fit in a good trumpet practice before Dad called. I missed so many days last week and I really noticed the difference in my lesson

    + I ordered a record for my birthday soon and it arrived and I'm so delighted 🥰

    #GoodThings #busy #family #CareWork #trumpet #housework #music #gaming #jarrah

  24. In June, the conference “Knowing and Doing Care” will bring together different approaches and ways of understanding and examining care practices in the past and present, in the East and West. A special focus will be placed on transcultural interconnections between the past and present, between East and West. If you are interested in the topic, you can submit your own contributions until March 17. All information: uni-kiel.de/en/cluster-roots/d

    #CallForPapers #conference #Care #CareWork #CarePractices #PastAndPresent

  25. Wir schreiben viel über das Gehen. Aber selten darüber, dass wir manchmal nicht gehen und darüber, dass der Körper auch eine Geschichte trägt: Entzündung, Angst, Schmerz, Überforderung. Dass Autonomie auch heißt, nicht verfügbar sein zu dürfen.

    Das Draußen ist längst kein neutraler Raum mehr. Erwartungen: an Selbstwirksamkeit, an Transformation. Wer geht, arbeitet an sich. Wer nicht geht, bleibt zurück.

    Das Ferale ist nicht immer der Trail, sondern auch die Weigerung, den eigenen Körper verfügbar zu machen.

    ferals.eu/wenn-die-berge-nicht

    #Hiking #Wandern #Outdoor #MYOG #FeralePraxis #Körper #SpoonieHiking #RestIsResistance #CareWork #PerformanceCulture #Zugang

  26. This account, this corner of the fediverse, has become one of the places I let those questions be noisy in public. What does healing mean when the conditions that harmed you are not gone, only rearranged into more respectable shapes? What actually happens inside a counselling relationship when disability or neurodivergence is present but unnamed, or misnamed, or politely ignored? How do we begin to notice the ways power and unspoken norms travel through even the most well-intentioned helping professions? How do we hold culture as something we are constantly creating and being created by, something we may need to grieve and interrogate and occasionally celebrate, often all at once, sometimes in the space of a single conversation?

    I keep circling back to the interior labour of this work. The slow, repetitive practice of building emotional regulation when your nervous system's default setting is red alert. The awkwardness of learning self-compassion when sharp self-criticism has been your most reliable survival tool. The moments that feel like failure because you find yourself reacting in an old way, when in reality this is precisely how recovery moves, looping back on itself, revisiting old ground with slightly different eyes. The way trauma and joy can sit shoulder to shoulder in the same hour, the same therapy session, the same breath, and how unnerving and holy that can feel.

    Rauch and Ansari suggest that silence can be deliberate and strategic, a form of self-regulation rather than withdrawal, a boundary rather than an absence. I think about this in relation to the freeze response, to the moments in my own history when going quiet was not giving up but holding on. The body stills because there are no safe words yet. Sometimes the silence is the story. And learning to hear it as such, to receive it without rushing to fill or fix it, is one of the things I am still practising, in music and in therapy and in the ordinary, unglamorous dailiness of trying to stay present in a life that sometimes arrives all at once.

    I am not arriving anywhere with a finished theory of how any of this is supposed to work. I am coming, again and again, with fragments and questions and a stubborn intention to tell the truth as I understand it in the moment I am writing. That truth is often partial, often shifting. My understanding of myself, of trauma, of disability, of care, keeps moving, and I want it to. I would rather be inconsistent and alive to new information than seamless and rigidly wrong.

    If you are still reading, you are already participating in something I care about. A space that treats complexity as ordinary rather than excessive. Where being too much is not an accusation but raw material. Where intense feeling and rigorous thought are both welcome at the same table. Where healing is not a linear journey toward a fixed destination but something more like learning to live inside unresolved chords without pretending they have resolved. Where music is both metaphor and method, both a way of speaking about change and a way of practising it in the body.

    True silence does not exist. What we call silence is simply what we have not yet learned to hear. The fullness of life in quieter tones. The heartbeat of thought. The whispered rhythm of resilience. The steady murmur of healing is underway. And when we learn to tune into the music between the notes and into the truth held in breath, we do more than survive. We begin to sing again. This time, in a voice that is entirely our own.

    I am not here to introduce myself so much as to keep turning up alongside you. To keep writing from the middle of things, not only from the rare polished moments that look good in hindsight. To keep noticing the small, ordinary, unglamorous ways humans find their way back to themselves, even inside systems that were never set up with them in mind. If any of these threads brush against something in your own story, then you are part of the imagined audience I write towards. And maybe, in a slow, imperfect, occasionally dissonant way, part of the choir that is still learning how to hear itself.

    #AuDHD #Neurodivergent #Blind #Deafblind #Disabled #DisabilityJustice #MadStudies #Psychology #Counselling #Therapy #Trauma #TraumaRecovery #Neurodiversity #MentalHealth #ChronicStress #Healing #WindowOfTolerance #LivedExperience #CareWork #Culture #Power #Normality #Access #Inclusion #Ableism #Music #ClassicalMusic #ChoralMusic #Choir #Singing #Writing #PersonalEssay #Silence #LongPost #Fediversea (2/2)

  27. This account, this corner of the fediverse, has become one of the places I let those questions be noisy in public. What does healing mean when the conditions that harmed you are not gone, only rearranged into more respectable shapes? What actually happens inside a counselling relationship when disability or neurodivergence is present but unnamed, or misnamed, or politely ignored? How do we begin to notice the ways power and unspoken norms travel through even the most well-intentioned helping professions? How do we hold culture as something we are constantly creating and being created by, something we may need to grieve and interrogate and occasionally celebrate, often all at once, sometimes in the space of a single conversation?

    I keep circling back to the interior labour of this work. The slow, repetitive practice of building emotional regulation when your nervous system's default setting is red alert. The awkwardness of learning self-compassion when sharp self-criticism has been your most reliable survival tool. The moments that feel like failure because you find yourself reacting in an old way, when in reality this is precisely how recovery moves, looping back on itself, revisiting old ground with slightly different eyes. The way trauma and joy can sit shoulder to shoulder in the same hour, the same therapy session, the same breath, and how unnerving and holy that can feel.

    Rauch and Ansari suggest that silence can be deliberate and strategic, a form of self-regulation rather than withdrawal, a boundary rather than an absence. I think about this in relation to the freeze response, to the moments in my own history when going quiet was not giving up but holding on. The body stills because there are no safe words yet. Sometimes the silence is the story. And learning to hear it as such, to receive it without rushing to fill or fix it, is one of the things I am still practising, in music and in therapy and in the ordinary, unglamorous dailiness of trying to stay present in a life that sometimes arrives all at once.

    I am not arriving anywhere with a finished theory of how any of this is supposed to work. I am coming, again and again, with fragments and questions and a stubborn intention to tell the truth as I understand it in the moment I am writing. That truth is often partial, often shifting. My understanding of myself, of trauma, of disability, of care, keeps moving, and I want it to. I would rather be inconsistent and alive to new information than seamless and rigidly wrong.

    If you are still reading, you are already participating in something I care about. A space that treats complexity as ordinary rather than excessive. Where being too much is not an accusation but raw material. Where intense feeling and rigorous thought are both welcome at the same table. Where healing is not a linear journey toward a fixed destination but something more like learning to live inside unresolved chords without pretending they have resolved. Where music is both metaphor and method, both a way of speaking about change and a way of practising it in the body.

    True silence does not exist. What we call silence is simply what we have not yet learned to hear. The fullness of life in quieter tones. The heartbeat of thought. The whispered rhythm of resilience. The steady murmur of healing is underway. And when we learn to tune into the music between the notes and into the truth held in breath, we do more than survive. We begin to sing again. This time, in a voice that is entirely our own.

    I am not here to introduce myself so much as to keep turning up alongside you. To keep writing from the middle of things, not only from the rare polished moments that look good in hindsight. To keep noticing the small, ordinary, unglamorous ways humans find their way back to themselves, even inside systems that were never set up with them in mind. If any of these threads brush against something in your own story, then you are part of the imagined audience I write towards. And maybe, in a slow, imperfect, occasionally dissonant way, part of the choir that is still learning how to hear itself.

    #AuDHD #Neurodivergent #Blind #Deafblind #Disabled #DisabilityJustice #MadStudies #Psychology #Counselling #Therapy #Trauma #TraumaRecovery #Neurodiversity #MentalHealth #ChronicStress #Healing #WindowOfTolerance #LivedExperience #CareWork #Culture #Power #Normality #Access #Inclusion #Ableism #Music #ClassicalMusic #ChoralMusic #Choir #Singing #Writing #PersonalEssay #Silence #LongPost #Fediversea (2/2)

  28. This account, this corner of the fediverse, has become one of the places I let those questions be noisy in public. What does healing mean when the conditions that harmed you are not gone, only rearranged into more respectable shapes? What actually happens inside a counselling relationship when disability or neurodivergence is present but unnamed, or misnamed, or politely ignored? How do we begin to notice the ways power and unspoken norms travel through even the most well-intentioned helping professions? How do we hold culture as something we are constantly creating and being created by, something we may need to grieve and interrogate and occasionally celebrate, often all at once, sometimes in the space of a single conversation?

    I keep circling back to the interior labour of this work. The slow, repetitive practice of building emotional regulation when your nervous system's default setting is red alert. The awkwardness of learning self-compassion when sharp self-criticism has been your most reliable survival tool. The moments that feel like failure because you find yourself reacting in an old way, when in reality this is precisely how recovery moves, looping back on itself, revisiting old ground with slightly different eyes. The way trauma and joy can sit shoulder to shoulder in the same hour, the same therapy session, the same breath, and how unnerving and holy that can feel.

    Rauch and Ansari suggest that silence can be deliberate and strategic, a form of self-regulation rather than withdrawal, a boundary rather than an absence. I think about this in relation to the freeze response, to the moments in my own history when going quiet was not giving up but holding on. The body stills because there are no safe words yet. Sometimes the silence is the story. And learning to hear it as such, to receive it without rushing to fill or fix it, is one of the things I am still practising, in music and in therapy and in the ordinary, unglamorous dailiness of trying to stay present in a life that sometimes arrives all at once.

    I am not arriving anywhere with a finished theory of how any of this is supposed to work. I am coming, again and again, with fragments and questions and a stubborn intention to tell the truth as I understand it in the moment I am writing. That truth is often partial, often shifting. My understanding of myself, of trauma, of disability, of care, keeps moving, and I want it to. I would rather be inconsistent and alive to new information than seamless and rigidly wrong.

    If you are still reading, you are already participating in something I care about. A space that treats complexity as ordinary rather than excessive. Where being too much is not an accusation but raw material. Where intense feeling and rigorous thought are both welcome at the same table. Where healing is not a linear journey toward a fixed destination but something more like learning to live inside unresolved chords without pretending they have resolved. Where music is both metaphor and method, both a way of speaking about change and a way of practising it in the body.

    True silence does not exist. What we call silence is simply what we have not yet learned to hear. The fullness of life in quieter tones. The heartbeat of thought. The whispered rhythm of resilience. The steady murmur of healing is underway. And when we learn to tune into the music between the notes and into the truth held in breath, we do more than survive. We begin to sing again. This time, in a voice that is entirely our own.

    I am not here to introduce myself so much as to keep turning up alongside you. To keep writing from the middle of things, not only from the rare polished moments that look good in hindsight. To keep noticing the small, ordinary, unglamorous ways humans find their way back to themselves, even inside systems that were never set up with them in mind. If any of these threads brush against something in your own story, then you are part of the imagined audience I write towards. And maybe, in a slow, imperfect, occasionally dissonant way, part of the choir that is still learning how to hear itself.

    #AuDHD #Neurodivergent #Blind #Deafblind #Disabled #DisabilityJustice #MadStudies #Psychology #Counselling #Therapy #Trauma #TraumaRecovery #Neurodiversity #MentalHealth #ChronicStress #Healing #WindowOfTolerance #LivedExperience #CareWork #Culture #Power #Normality #Access #Inclusion #Ableism #Music #ClassicalMusic #ChoralMusic #Choir #Singing #Writing #PersonalEssay #Silence #LongPost #Fediversea (2/2)

  29. This account, this corner of the fediverse, has become one of the places I let those questions be noisy in public. What does healing mean when the conditions that harmed you are not gone, only rearranged into more respectable shapes? What actually happens inside a counselling relationship when disability or neurodivergence is present but unnamed, or misnamed, or politely ignored? How do we begin to notice the ways power and unspoken norms travel through even the most well-intentioned helping professions? How do we hold culture as something we are constantly creating and being created by, something we may need to grieve and interrogate and occasionally celebrate, often all at once, sometimes in the space of a single conversation?

    I keep circling back to the interior labour of this work. The slow, repetitive practice of building emotional regulation when your nervous system's default setting is red alert. The awkwardness of learning self-compassion when sharp self-criticism has been your most reliable survival tool. The moments that feel like failure because you find yourself reacting in an old way, when in reality this is precisely how recovery moves, looping back on itself, revisiting old ground with slightly different eyes. The way trauma and joy can sit shoulder to shoulder in the same hour, the same therapy session, the same breath, and how unnerving and holy that can feel.

    Rauch and Ansari suggest that silence can be deliberate and strategic, a form of self-regulation rather than withdrawal, a boundary rather than an absence. I think about this in relation to the freeze response, to the moments in my own history when going quiet was not giving up but holding on. The body stills because there are no safe words yet. Sometimes the silence is the story. And learning to hear it as such, to receive it without rushing to fill or fix it, is one of the things I am still practising, in music and in therapy and in the ordinary, unglamorous dailiness of trying to stay present in a life that sometimes arrives all at once.

    I am not arriving anywhere with a finished theory of how any of this is supposed to work. I am coming, again and again, with fragments and questions and a stubborn intention to tell the truth as I understand it in the moment I am writing. That truth is often partial, often shifting. My understanding of myself, of trauma, of disability, of care, keeps moving, and I want it to. I would rather be inconsistent and alive to new information than seamless and rigidly wrong.

    If you are still reading, you are already participating in something I care about. A space that treats complexity as ordinary rather than excessive. Where being too much is not an accusation but raw material. Where intense feeling and rigorous thought are both welcome at the same table. Where healing is not a linear journey toward a fixed destination but something more like learning to live inside unresolved chords without pretending they have resolved. Where music is both metaphor and method, both a way of speaking about change and a way of practising it in the body.

    True silence does not exist. What we call silence is simply what we have not yet learned to hear. The fullness of life in quieter tones. The heartbeat of thought. The whispered rhythm of resilience. The steady murmur of healing is underway. And when we learn to tune into the music between the notes and into the truth held in breath, we do more than survive. We begin to sing again. This time, in a voice that is entirely our own.

    I am not here to introduce myself so much as to keep turning up alongside you. To keep writing from the middle of things, not only from the rare polished moments that look good in hindsight. To keep noticing the small, ordinary, unglamorous ways humans find their way back to themselves, even inside systems that were never set up with them in mind. If any of these threads brush against something in your own story, then you are part of the imagined audience I write towards. And maybe, in a slow, imperfect, occasionally dissonant way, part of the choir that is still learning how to hear itself.

    #AuDHD #Neurodivergent #Blind #Deafblind #Disabled #DisabilityJustice #MadStudies #Psychology #Counselling #Therapy #Trauma #TraumaRecovery #Neurodiversity #MentalHealth #ChronicStress #Healing #WindowOfTolerance #LivedExperience #CareWork #Culture #Power #Normality #Access #Inclusion #Ableism #Music #ClassicalMusic #ChoralMusic #Choir #Singing #Writing #PersonalEssay #Silence #LongPost #Fediversea (2/2)

  30. This account, this corner of the fediverse, has become one of the places I let those questions be noisy in public. What does healing mean when the conditions that harmed you are not gone, only rearranged into more respectable shapes? What actually happens inside a counselling relationship when disability or neurodivergence is present but unnamed, or misnamed, or politely ignored? How do we begin to notice the ways power and unspoken norms travel through even the most well-intentioned helping professions? How do we hold culture as something we are constantly creating and being created by, something we may need to grieve and interrogate and occasionally celebrate, often all at once, sometimes in the space of a single conversation?

    I keep circling back to the interior labour of this work. The slow, repetitive practice of building emotional regulation when your nervous system's default setting is red alert. The awkwardness of learning self-compassion when sharp self-criticism has been your most reliable survival tool. The moments that feel like failure because you find yourself reacting in an old way, when in reality this is precisely how recovery moves, looping back on itself, revisiting old ground with slightly different eyes. The way trauma and joy can sit shoulder to shoulder in the same hour, the same therapy session, the same breath, and how unnerving and holy that can feel.

    Rauch and Ansari suggest that silence can be deliberate and strategic, a form of self-regulation rather than withdrawal, a boundary rather than an absence. I think about this in relation to the freeze response, to the moments in my own history when going quiet was not giving up but holding on. The body stills because there are no safe words yet. Sometimes the silence is the story. And learning to hear it as such, to receive it without rushing to fill or fix it, is one of the things I am still practising, in music and in therapy and in the ordinary, unglamorous dailiness of trying to stay present in a life that sometimes arrives all at once.

    I am not arriving anywhere with a finished theory of how any of this is supposed to work. I am coming, again and again, with fragments and questions and a stubborn intention to tell the truth as I understand it in the moment I am writing. That truth is often partial, often shifting. My understanding of myself, of trauma, of disability, of care, keeps moving, and I want it to. I would rather be inconsistent and alive to new information than seamless and rigidly wrong.

    If you are still reading, you are already participating in something I care about. A space that treats complexity as ordinary rather than excessive. Where being too much is not an accusation but raw material. Where intense feeling and rigorous thought are both welcome at the same table. Where healing is not a linear journey toward a fixed destination but something more like learning to live inside unresolved chords without pretending they have resolved. Where music is both metaphor and method, both a way of speaking about change and a way of practising it in the body.

    True silence does not exist. What we call silence is simply what we have not yet learned to hear. The fullness of life in quieter tones. The heartbeat of thought. The whispered rhythm of resilience. The steady murmur of healing is underway. And when we learn to tune into the music between the notes and into the truth held in breath, we do more than survive. We begin to sing again. This time, in a voice that is entirely our own.

    I am not here to introduce myself so much as to keep turning up alongside you. To keep writing from the middle of things, not only from the rare polished moments that look good in hindsight. To keep noticing the small, ordinary, unglamorous ways humans find their way back to themselves, even inside systems that were never set up with them in mind. If any of these threads brush against something in your own story, then you are part of the imagined audience I write towards. And maybe, in a slow, imperfect, occasionally dissonant way, part of the choir that is still learning how to hear itself.

    #AuDHD #Neurodivergent #Blind #Deafblind #Disabled #DisabilityJustice #MadStudies #Psychology #Counselling #Therapy #Trauma #TraumaRecovery #Neurodiversity #MentalHealth #ChronicStress #Healing #WindowOfTolerance #LivedExperience #CareWork #Culture #Power #Normality #Access #Inclusion #Ableism #Music #ClassicalMusic #ChoralMusic #Choir #Singing #Writing #PersonalEssay #Silence #LongPost #Fediversea (2/2)

  31. New Article: »Reviewing is Caring! Revaluing a Critical, but Invisibilized, Underappreciated, and Exploited Academic Practice«

    How ChatGPT visually summarized the abstract of the paper on “Reviewing is Caring!”.

    Together wie Mie Plotnikof (Aarhus University) and Matthias Wenzel (Leuphana University Lüneburg), I have written an essay proposing a care perspective to the way we organize academic peer review. The paper entitled “Reviewing is Caring! Revaluing a Critical, but Invisibilized, Underappreciated, and Exploited Academic Practice” has now been published open access in Organization. Check out the abstract below:

    Reviewing is critical to advancing scholarly knowledge by assuring research standards and contouring what counts as novel. Yet, our system of reviewing submissions to journals is in crisis. With growing submission numbers, editors struggle to match these with qualified review capacities, unwillingly adding extra, often uneven, workloads on some reviewers, without equally distributing pressures or finding the most ‘ideal’ expert match. We propose to redress this issue in terms of care. Inspired by feminist care theory, we discuss how the current review system invisibilizes, underappreciates, and exploits the care invested in it. Furthermore, we suggest reconsidering the very organizing of the review system along the lines of care to reinvigorate the nurturing, knowledge-enhancing practices of reviewing. Specifically, we recommend (1) increasing the visibility of reviewing across journals, (2) recognizing reviewing as an inherent part of paid scholarly work, and (3) introducing cross-journal review limits. Together, we argue that such moves enable a more visibly appreciative and less easily exploitative organizing of reviewing as a scholarly practice of care that we and all science indeed rely on.

    Finally, I created another visualization of the paper’s motif to share with the hashtag #1paper1meme:

    #1paper1meme #careWork #Organization #PeerReview #reviewing #reviewingIsCaring

  32. Where do you turn to when things around you seem grim? (Truly, I'm earnestly curious. Comment and let me know.)

    I read a lot, so that's one direction I've been turning. Here's one quote I'm appreciating.

    Read more 👉🏻 lttr.ai/AdNsK

    #VirtualCommunity #CareWork