#madstudies — Public Fediverse posts

Heute ist ein guter Tag, sich mit dem Trilemma der Inklusion der großartigen Mai-Anh Boger zu beschäftigen!

:anarchism: Politiken der Inklusion (Übungsbuch für Strategiediskussionen in aktivistischen Kreisen, die gegen Diskriminierung / für Inklusion kämpfen)

♿ Subjekte der Inklusion (handelt vom dissonanten Begehren, nicht diskriminiert zu werden).
Geschrieben für alle, die
(a) sich anders fühlen
(b) darauf bestehen, ganz normale Menschen zu sein
(c) sich fragen, ob die Worte ‚anders‘ und ‚normal‘ für sie überhaupt Sinn ergeben oder
(d) alles davon auf einmal – in einem manchmal kaum aushaltbaren Gewirr der Selbstbefragung
+ für alle, die dieses Gefühl verstehen wollen

🧑🏻‍🎓 Theorien der Inklusion (kartographiert paradigmatische Linien der Inklusions- und Diskriminierungsforschung sowie deren pädagogische Implikationen)

#Inklusion #5Mai #UNBRK #Trilemma #ProtestTag5Mai #NoAccessNoPeace #AntiableistischeAktion #Menschenrechte #Cripplefight #beHindert #verRückt #MadStudies

Heute ist ein guter Tag, sich mit dem Trilemma der Inklusion der großartigen Mai-Anh Boger zu beschäftigen!

:anarchism: Politiken der Inklusion (Übungsbuch für Strategiediskussionen in aktivistischen Kreisen, die gegen Diskriminierung / für Inklusion kämpfen)

♿ Subjekte der Inklusion (handelt vom dissonanten Begehren, nicht diskriminiert zu werden).
Geschrieben für alle, die
(a) sich anders fühlen
(b) darauf bestehen, ganz normale Menschen zu sein
(c) sich fragen, ob die Worte ‚anders‘ und ‚normal‘ für sie überhaupt Sinn ergeben oder
(d) alles davon auf einmal – in einem manchmal kaum aushaltbaren Gewirr der Selbstbefragung
+ für alle, die dieses Gefühl verstehen wollen

🧑🏻‍🎓 Theorien der Inklusion (kartographiert paradigmatische Linien der Inklusions- und Diskriminierungsforschung sowie deren pädagogische Implikationen)

#Inklusion #5Mai #UNBRK #Trilemma #ProtestTag5Mai #NoAccessNoPeace #AntiableistischeAktion #Menschenrechte #Cripplefight #beHindert #verRückt #MadStudies

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

"Too often, these fields teach about disabled and mad lives while refusing to materially support the people living them. Our experiences are welcomed as theory, but not as a need. Our pain is legible when it can be cited, but inconvenient when it requires care. We are extracted from continuously, and then left hollow, with only us fighting for our survival." #Ableism #Academia #AcademicChatter #CareEthics #Disability #DisabilityStudies #EverydayAbleism #MadLiberation #MadStudies #MutualAid #NothingAboutUsWithoutUs

https://thenumbingagenda.substack.com/p/a-call-out-to-disability-studies

"Too often, these fields teach about disabled and mad lives while refusing to materially support the people living them. Our experiences are welcomed as theory, but not as a need. Our pain is legible when it can be cited, but inconvenient when it requires care. We are extracted from continuously, and then left hollow, with only us fighting for our survival." #Ableism #Academia #AcademicChatter #CareEthics #Disability #DisabilityStudies #EverydayAbleism #MadLiberation #MadStudies #MutualAid #NothingAboutUsWithoutUs

https://thenumbingagenda.substack.com/p/a-call-out-to-disability-studies

"Too often, these fields teach about disabled and mad lives while refusing to materially support the people living them. Our experiences are welcomed as theory, but not as a need. Our pain is legible when it can be cited, but inconvenient when it requires care. We are extracted from continuously, and then left hollow, with only us fighting for our survival." #Ableism #Academia #AcademicChatter #CareEthics #Disability #DisabilityStudies #EverydayAbleism #MadLiberation #MadStudies #MutualAid #NothingAboutUsWithoutUs

https://thenumbingagenda.substack.com/p/a-call-out-to-disability-studies

i recently discovered the field of Mad Studies - the study of "mental illness" from the view point of those labeled as mentally ill, drawing attention to the prejudices that underlie most of the "scientific" study of mental "disorders". I read this article

https://imsj.journals.publicknowledgeproject.org/index.php/imsj/article/view/7389

last night on the way aphantasia - the inability to "see" visual imagery in one's mind - seems to be on a trajectory to be labeled as a disorder and a disability. Since i am aphantastic myself, this caught my attention. Really eye opening to see how something that i think of as perfectly normal and that has never caused any distress or problems in my life is being pathologized by those who consider that their ability to visualize things makes them superior and "normal". Quite alarming even. This trend really needs to be nipped in the bud before it ends up hurting people.

Just now i was thinking more generally about how disability is often created by a society that refuses to accomodate people who are different, like how using a wheelchair is mostly a disability because architects, civil engineers, and others responsible for designing and building public and private infrastructure have to be dragged kicking and screaming into making their constructions wheelchair friendly. Think about buildings with no entrance ramps, no elevators, and narrow halls and doors, something all to common in my new home state.

While thinking about this i starting thinking about other "disabilities", like being deaf, and it occurred to me to wonder if deaf people ever "hear" music in their heads in any fashion. i've never had an opportunity to ask any deaf people about that, but it occurred to me that if they did not have that ability then it wouldn't exactly be a loss to them, would it? And then i wondered if even all hearing people have this ability. i can hear music in my head very easily, but since i can't visualize images in my head, it stands to reason that it's possible there are people in the world who can't hear music in their heads. Are any of you out there like that? Have i been unjustly assuming that everyone can hear mental music?

#Aphantasia #MadStudies #Disability

Well, I had therapy yesterday…

this session actually felt productive.

I’ve been wondering for a long ass time why I write the way that I do. It feels like I’m possessed much of the time. Once I start on a project, I find it very difficult to stop, and if I’m not working on a project, even if there is no specific creative urge, it induces paralyzing anxiety. I feel like I constantly have to be working on something or else I feel like I go (more) insane, start climbing the walls, what have you. I’m a perfectionist about my work, too – if it’s not up to a very high bar that LITERALLY NO ONE ON EARTH is holding me to but myself, I panic and find it very difficult to share it.

I’m also VERY rigid in other areas of my life. I am severely anxious about a lot. I have a damn near pathological need to know as much as possible, especially if it might possibly involve me, no matter how mentally taxing learning all of this information might be day in and day out. I feel like I have to know. Additionally, I feel like I have to be doing something about what I know, lest the doomspirals begin in that way, as well. I hold people to very, very high standards as well because if they fall short, it makes me VERY anxious, like my life could fall apart at any moment, someone could get hurt, etc..

I’ve been like that for as long as I can remember. We all have.

I talked with my therapist about much of this yesterday and he said that it sounded like I was describing obsessive-compulsive disorder. Initially he recommended seeing a psychiatrist about it, but I reminded him that due to my trauma with all of that (see: all of my posts about my mother DIYing MKULTRA with psych meds, etc.) and the fact that while it does suck to create this way, writing and creativity is my lifeline. I don’t know what I would do without it, and I am processing a lot of my trauma when I write. So ultimately we determined that that probably wasn’t the best idea since it wasn’t necessarily harming me and in fact doing more good at this point in time.

So, that’s my confession for you all. I quite likely have OCD and it’s the root of much of my creativity, perfectionism, and a whole lot of other shit. It feels less like a death sentence to admit that than I thought it would.

Until tomorrow (or the doomspirals will get me, haha),

-Allēna

#MadStudies #mentalHealth #OCD #processingTrauma #therapy #tragicBackstory

Well, I had therapy yesterday…

this session actually felt productive.

I’ve been wondering for a long ass time why I write the way that I do. It feels like I’m possessed much of the time. Once I start on a project, I find it very difficult to stop, and if I’m not working on a project, even if there is no specific creative urge, it induces paralyzing anxiety. I feel like I constantly have to be working on something or else I feel like I go (more) insane, start climbing the walls, what have you. I’m a perfectionist about my work, too – if it’s not up to a very high bar that LITERALLY NO ONE ON EARTH is holding me to but myself, I panic and find it very difficult to share it.

I’m also VERY rigid in other areas of my life. I am severely anxious about a lot. I have a damn near pathological need to know as much as possible, especially if it might possibly involve me, no matter how mentally taxing learning all of this information might be day in and day out. I feel like I have to know. Additionally, I feel like I have to be doing something about what I know, lest the doomspirals begin in that way, as well. I hold people to very, very high standards as well because if they fall short, it makes me VERY anxious, like my life could fall apart at any moment, someone could get hurt, etc..

I’ve been like that for as long as I can remember. We all have.

I talked with my therapist about much of this yesterday and he said that it sounded like I was describing obsessive-compulsive disorder. Initially he recommended seeing a psychiatrist about it, but I reminded him that due to my trauma with all of that (see: all of my posts about my mother DIYing MKULTRA with psych meds, etc.) and the fact that while it does suck to create this way, writing and creativity is my lifeline. I don’t know what I would do without it, and I am processing a lot of my trauma when I write. So ultimately we determined that that probably wasn’t the best idea since it wasn’t necessarily harming me and in fact doing more good at this point in time.

So, that’s my confession for you all. I quite likely have OCD and it’s the root of much of my creativity, perfectionism, and a whole lot of other shit. It feels less like a death sentence to admit that than I thought it would.

Until tomorrow (or the doomspirals will get me, haha),

-Allēna

#MadStudies #mentalHealth #OCD #processingTrauma #therapy #tragicBackstory

Day 2 of #DGAVL 2025 #conference had fascinating talks by Daniel Weidner on confessions in the #autofiction s of KO Knausgard, Annie Ernaux & Sheila Heti, and by Sara R Gallardo on #autobiographies by psychiatrized authors, from 19th c to today #MadMovement #MadStudies

#LiteraryStudies

Day 2 of #DGAVL 2025 #conference had fascinating talks by Daniel Weidner on confessions in the #autofiction s of KO Knausgard, Annie Ernaux & Sheila Heti, and by Sara R Gallardo on #autobiographies by psychiatrized authors, from 19th c to today #MadMovement #MadStudies

#LiteraryStudies

Day 2 of #DGAVL 2025 #conference had fascinating talks by Daniel Weidner on confessions in the #autofiction s of KO Knausgard, Annie Ernaux & Sheila Heti, and by Sara R Gallardo on #autobiographies by psychiatrized authors, from 19th c to today #MadMovement #MadStudies

#LiteraryStudies

Buchtipp zum #ProtestTag5Mai
Subjekte der Inklusion
Die Theorie der trilemmatischen Inklusion zum Mitfühlen
von der großartigen Mai-Anh Boger ✊ 💞

"Dieses Buch handelt von dem dissonanten Begehren, nicht diskriminiert zu werden. [...] Es ist geschrieben worden für alle, die (a) sich anders fühlen oder (b) darauf bestehen, ganz normale Menschen zu sein oder (c) sich fragen, ob die Worte ‚anders‘ und ‚normal‘ für sie überhaupt Sinn ergeben oder (d) alles davon auf einmal – in einem manchmal kaum aushaltbaren Gewirr der Selbstbefragung, sowie für deren Pädagog_innen und andere, die dieses Gefühl verstehen wollen."

https://www.edition-assemblage.de/buecher/subjekte-der-inklusion/

#DisabilityJustice #Inklusion #Trilemma #UnSichtbar #Barrierefreiheit #AngryCripples #InklusionIstMenschenrecht #HumanRights #beHindert #BehindertenrechteSindMenschenrechte #SocialJustice #AuDHG #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #DeafStudies #AbolishAbleism #Ableismus #AbleismusAbschaffen #Neurodivergenz #CrippleFight #WirSindNichtAlle #verRückt

Buchtipp zum #ProtestTag5Mai
Subjekte der Inklusion
Die Theorie der trilemmatischen Inklusion zum Mitfühlen
von der großartigen Mai-Anh Boger ✊ 💞

"Dieses Buch handelt von dem dissonanten Begehren, nicht diskriminiert zu werden. [...] Es ist geschrieben worden für alle, die (a) sich anders fühlen oder (b) darauf bestehen, ganz normale Menschen zu sein oder (c) sich fragen, ob die Worte ‚anders‘ und ‚normal‘ für sie überhaupt Sinn ergeben oder (d) alles davon auf einmal – in einem manchmal kaum aushaltbaren Gewirr der Selbstbefragung, sowie für deren Pädagog_innen und andere, die dieses Gefühl verstehen wollen."

https://www.edition-assemblage.de/buecher/subjekte-der-inklusion/

#DisabilityJustice #Inklusion #Trilemma #UnSichtbar #Barrierefreiheit #AngryCripples #InklusionIstMenschenrecht #HumanRights #beHindert #BehindertenrechteSindMenschenrechte #SocialJustice #AuDHG #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #DeafStudies #AbolishAbleism #Ableismus #AbleismusAbschaffen #Neurodivergenz #CrippleFight #WirSindNichtAlle #verRückt

Buchtipp zum #ProtestTag5Mai
Subjekte der Inklusion
Die Theorie der trilemmatischen Inklusion zum Mitfühlen
von der großartigen Mai-Anh Boger ✊ 💞

"Dieses Buch handelt von dem dissonanten Begehren, nicht diskriminiert zu werden. [...] Es ist geschrieben worden für alle, die (a) sich anders fühlen oder (b) darauf bestehen, ganz normale Menschen zu sein oder (c) sich fragen, ob die Worte ‚anders‘ und ‚normal‘ für sie überhaupt Sinn ergeben oder (d) alles davon auf einmal – in einem manchmal kaum aushaltbaren Gewirr der Selbstbefragung, sowie für deren Pädagog_innen und andere, die dieses Gefühl verstehen wollen."

https://www.edition-assemblage.de/buecher/subjekte-der-inklusion/

#DisabilityJustice #Inklusion #Trilemma #UnSichtbar #Barrierefreiheit #AngryCripples #InklusionIstMenschenrecht #HumanRights #beHindert #BehindertenrechteSindMenschenrechte #SocialJustice #AuDHG #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #DeafStudies #AbolishAbleism #Ableismus #AbleismusAbschaffen #Neurodivergenz #CrippleFight #WirSindNichtAlle #verRückt

Buchtipp zum #ProtestTag5Mai
Subjekte der Inklusion
Die Theorie der trilemmatischen Inklusion zum Mitfühlen
von der großartigen Mai-Anh Boger ✊ 💞

"Dieses Buch handelt von dem dissonanten Begehren, nicht diskriminiert zu werden. [...] Es ist geschrieben worden für alle, die (a) sich anders fühlen oder (b) darauf bestehen, ganz normale Menschen zu sein oder (c) sich fragen, ob die Worte ‚anders‘ und ‚normal‘ für sie überhaupt Sinn ergeben oder (d) alles davon auf einmal – in einem manchmal kaum aushaltbaren Gewirr der Selbstbefragung, sowie für deren Pädagog_innen und andere, die dieses Gefühl verstehen wollen."

https://www.edition-assemblage.de/buecher/subjekte-der-inklusion/

#DisabilityJustice #Inklusion #Trilemma #UnSichtbar #Barrierefreiheit #AngryCripples #InklusionIstMenschenrecht #HumanRights #beHindert #BehindertenrechteSindMenschenrechte #SocialJustice #AuDHG #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #DeafStudies #AbolishAbleism #Ableismus #AbleismusAbschaffen #Neurodivergenz #CrippleFight #WirSindNichtAlle #verRückt

Buchtipp zum #ProtestTag5Mai
Subjekte der Inklusion
Die Theorie der trilemmatischen Inklusion zum Mitfühlen
von der großartigen Mai-Anh Boger ✊ 💞

"Dieses Buch handelt von dem dissonanten Begehren, nicht diskriminiert zu werden. [...] Es ist geschrieben worden für alle, die (a) sich anders fühlen oder (b) darauf bestehen, ganz normale Menschen zu sein oder (c) sich fragen, ob die Worte ‚anders‘ und ‚normal‘ für sie überhaupt Sinn ergeben oder (d) alles davon auf einmal – in einem manchmal kaum aushaltbaren Gewirr der Selbstbefragung, sowie für deren Pädagog_innen und andere, die dieses Gefühl verstehen wollen."

https://www.edition-assemblage.de/buecher/subjekte-der-inklusion/

#DisabilityJustice #Inklusion #Trilemma #UnSichtbar #Barrierefreiheit #AngryCripples #InklusionIstMenschenrecht #HumanRights #beHindert #BehindertenrechteSindMenschenrechte #SocialJustice #AuDHG #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #DeafStudies #AbolishAbleism #Ableismus #AbleismusAbschaffen #Neurodivergenz #CrippleFight #WirSindNichtAlle #verRückt

De Mad Lit: "Os recordamos: 🗣️ ¿Puede hablar la loca? De la locura como metáfora a las epistemologías en primera persona. Sara R. Gallardo, Universidad de Viena.

📍¿Dónde? Centro Cultural La Corrala (UAM). Calle Carlos Arniches 3-5, Madrid.
🕛 ¿Cuándo? El viernes 25 de abril a las 12:00 h.
ℹ️ Organiza: David Becerra ([email protected])

#Locura #MadStudies

Hard pass, but thanks anyway.

Fascinating prompt.

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

However, I am part of a DID system. We already struggle with this problem. No need to do it on purpose 🤣

-Allēna

#dailyprompt #dailyprompt1808 #didsystem #MadStudies

Hard pass, but thanks anyway.

Fascinating prompt.

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

However, I am part of a DID system. We already struggle with this problem. No need to do it on purpose 🤣

-Allēna

#dailyprompt #dailyprompt1808 #didsystem #MadStudies

HE’S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL 🤣🤣🤣

One of my crushes sent me this and it basically hit me in the damn soul and I started crying laughing and had to share it here.

If I don’t know you or trust you, I would rather do ANYTHING ELSE than acknowledge that you’ve just flirted with me, but believe me, I know, and believe me, I’m Fucking Panicking. Often for YEARS. OOOPS 🤣

I do really like this guy, though…

-Lazarus

#ActuallyAutistic #alexithymia #MadMastodon #MadStudies #mentalhealth #neurodivergence #quoiromantic #quoisexual #strokeSurvivor #whatAreFeelings

HE’S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL 🤣🤣🤣

One of my crushes sent me this and it basically hit me in the damn soul and I started crying laughing and had to share it here.

If I don’t know you or trust you, I would rather do ANYTHING ELSE than acknowledge that you’ve just flirted with me, but believe me, I know, and believe me, I’m Fucking Panicking. Often for YEARS. OOOPS 🤣

I do really like this guy, though…

-Lazarus

#ActuallyAutistic #alexithymia #MadMastodon #MadStudies #mentalhealth #neurodivergence #quoiromantic #quoisexual #strokeSurvivor #whatAreFeelings

HE’S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL 🤣🤣🤣

One of my crushes sent me this and it basically hit me in the damn soul and I started crying laughing and had to share it here.

If I don’t know you or trust you, I would rather do ANYTHING ELSE than acknowledge that you’ve just flirted with me, but believe me, I know, and believe me, I’m Fucking Panicking. Often for YEARS. OOOPS 🤣

I do really like this guy, though…

-Lazarus

#ActuallyAutistic #alexithymia #MadMastodon #MadStudies #mentalhealth #neurodivergence #quoiromantic #quoisexual #strokeSurvivor #whatAreFeelings

HE’S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL 🤣🤣🤣

One of my crushes sent me this and it basically hit me in the damn soul and I started crying laughing and had to share it here.

If I don’t know you or trust you, I would rather do ANYTHING ELSE than acknowledge that you’ve just flirted with me, but believe me, I know, and believe me, I’m Fucking Panicking. Often for YEARS. OOOPS 🤣

I do really like this guy, though…

-Lazarus

#ActuallyAutistic #alexithymia #MadMastodon #MadStudies #mentalhealth #neurodivergence #quoiromantic #quoisexual #strokeSurvivor #whatAreFeelings

HE’S JUST LIKE ME FOR REAL 🤣🤣🤣

One of my crushes sent me this and it basically hit me in the damn soul and I started crying laughing and had to share it here.

If I don’t know you or trust you, I would rather do ANYTHING ELSE than acknowledge that you’ve just flirted with me, but believe me, I know, and believe me, I’m Fucking Panicking. Often for YEARS. OOOPS 🤣

I do really like this guy, though…

-Lazarus

#ActuallyAutistic #alexithymia #MadMastodon #MadStudies #mentalhealth #neurodivergence #quoiromantic #quoisexual #strokeSurvivor #whatAreFeelings

The Art of Bitching

Well, this is an interesting prompt.

What do you complain about the most?

I tend to complain a lot about anything that’s difficult or exhausting for me while in the process of doing it. It helps me bypass my executive dysfunction and my deeply rooted perfectionism, which often makes it damn near physically painful to get out of my blanket lump, so cussing about having to do the task makes the task doable.

It’s one of the joys I have discovered in adulthood, as when I was a child and teen, I was often made to do things without showing a hint of displeasure. My parents insisted that I did everything they wanted “with a cheerful heart”. So I often did, but gave them hell the rest of the time and would find ways to maliciously comply with that rule while doing the task. They learned pretty early that the only way to get me to do anything that I didn’t really give a shit about well was to pay me a king’s ransom 🤣. But now that I am away from them and better for it, I bitch about damn near everything that I have to do that doesn’t involve being cocooned in a blanket lump while in the process of getting shit done.

I don’t mind being productive, for the record. I actually quite enjoy it. It just hurts a lot of the time. Bitching about the task at hand gets me to start the process of being productive, and I highly recommend it.

How do y’all get shit done?

-Allēna

#actuallyADHD #actuallyAuDHD #ActuallyAutistic #chronicFatigue #chronicIllness #ChronicPain #CripplePunk #dailyprompt #dailyprompt1808 #disability #Disabled #ExecutiveDysfunction #MadMastodon #MadStudies #mentalhealth #neurodivergence #neuroqueer #strokeSurvivor #tbi

lot of sense to me and I’m surprised I only found out about it today. #MadStudies #psychiatry #mentalHealth #mentalIllness #neurodivergent #til #weAreAllMadHere https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mad_studies

My essay “Purple Basil Lemonade: Community Rituals for Crip Pasts / Presents / Futures” has been published in the open-access journal New Sociology!

This paper is about making & sharing purple basil lemonade as a method of re-turning (to) the past; refusing capitalist, ableist, and eugenic presents; and dreaming alternative futures that resist the false dichotomy of COVID endangerment vs. isolation.

https://nsjcp.journals.yorku.ca/index.php/default/article/view/142

#COVID #DisabilityStudies #MadStudies #Madodon #FuturesStudies #dream

My essay “Purple Basil Lemonade: Community Rituals for Crip Pasts / Presents / Futures” has been published in the open-access journal New Sociology!

This paper is about making & sharing purple basil lemonade as a method of re-turning (to) the past; refusing capitalist, ableist, and eugenic presents; and dreaming alternative futures that resist the false dichotomy of COVID endangerment vs. isolation.

https://nsjcp.journals.yorku.ca/index.php/default/article/view/142

#COVID #DisabilityStudies #MadStudies #Madodon #FuturesStudies #dream

My essay “Purple Basil Lemonade: Community Rituals for Crip Pasts / Presents / Futures” has been published in the open-access journal New Sociology!

This paper is about making & sharing purple basil lemonade as a method of re-turning (to) the past; refusing capitalist, ableist, and eugenic presents; and dreaming alternative futures that resist the false dichotomy of COVID endangerment vs. isolation.

https://nsjcp.journals.yorku.ca/index.php/default/article/view/142

#COVID #DisabilityStudies #MadStudies #Madodon #FuturesStudies #dream

My essay “Purple Basil Lemonade: Community Rituals for Crip Pasts / Presents / Futures” has been published in the open-access journal New Sociology!

This paper is about making & sharing purple basil lemonade as a method of re-turning (to) the past; refusing capitalist, ableist, and eugenic presents; and dreaming alternative futures that resist the false dichotomy of COVID endangerment vs. isolation.

https://nsjcp.journals.yorku.ca/index.php/default/article/view/142

#COVID #DisabilityStudies #MadStudies #Madodon #FuturesStudies #dream

#MadLiterature
Available for pre order:

A Mad Turn
Edited by Phil Smith

Written by Mad scholars, A Mad Turn explores the field of Mad Studies in theory and practice, and what Mad Studies can bring to academia and to other social institutions. What does it mean to “do” Mad Studies? What are the field’s intersections with disability justice, Mad justice, and gender and queer studies? This book is a bold step toward the Mad Studies yet-to-come—a Mad Studies that Mad people will build, twisting and turning and singing and dancing, a new realm of thinking-being-doing-knowing. Step into it with us.

https://autonomous-press.myshopify.com/products/a-mad-turn

Hashtags & Group mentions below
#LivingMad
#Madness #MadMastodon #MadPride #MadThought
#MadMovement #MadStudies #Mad #Madodon #TransMad

#Ablesim #DisabilityCommunity #InvisibleDisabilities
#PsychiatricSurvivor #AntiPsychiatry #DisabilityJustice
#LivedExperience #PsychSurvivor #ChronicPain
#DisabilityMastodon #Neurodivergent #RadicalMentalHealth
#CripCamp #DisabilityRights #NeuroDiversity
#Sanism #Disability #DisabilityStudies
#Stories #isolation #SystemicInjustice #AltMentalHealth #instutionalization #PeerSupport #asylum

——

@MadMovementMastodon @[email protected] @disability @[email protected]
@disabilityhistory @neurodivergence

#MadLiterature
Available for pre order:

A Mad Turn
Edited by Phil Smith

Written by Mad scholars, A Mad Turn explores the field of Mad Studies in theory and practice, and what Mad Studies can bring to academia and to other social institutions. What does it mean to “do” Mad Studies? What are the field’s intersections with disability justice, Mad justice, and gender and queer studies? This book is a bold step toward the Mad Studies yet-to-come—a Mad Studies that Mad people will build, twisting and turning and singing and dancing, a new realm of thinking-being-doing-knowing. Step into it with us.

https://autonomous-press.myshopify.com/products/a-mad-turn

Hashtags & Group mentions below
#LivingMad
#Madness #MadMastodon #MadPride #MadThought
#MadMovement #MadStudies #Mad #Madodon #TransMad

#Ablesim #DisabilityCommunity #InvisibleDisabilities
#PsychiatricSurvivor #AntiPsychiatry #DisabilityJustice
#LivedExperience #PsychSurvivor #ChronicPain
#DisabilityMastodon #Neurodivergent #RadicalMentalHealth
#CripCamp #DisabilityRights #NeuroDiversity
#Sanism #Disability #DisabilityStudies
#Stories #isolation #SystemicInjustice #AltMentalHealth #instutionalization #PeerSupport #asylum

——

@MadMovementMastodon @[email protected] @disability @[email protected]
@disabilityhistory @neurodivergence

#MadLiterature
Available for pre order:

A Mad Turn
Edited by Phil Smith

Written by Mad scholars, A Mad Turn explores the field of Mad Studies in theory and practice, and what Mad Studies can bring to academia and to other social institutions. What does it mean to “do” Mad Studies? What are the field’s intersections with disability justice, Mad justice, and gender and queer studies? This book is a bold step toward the Mad Studies yet-to-come—a Mad Studies that Mad people will build, twisting and turning and singing and dancing, a new realm of thinking-being-doing-knowing. Step into it with us.

https://autonomous-press.myshopify.com/products/a-mad-turn

Hashtags & Group mentions below
#LivingMad
#Madness #MadMastodon #MadPride #MadThought
#MadMovement #MadStudies #Mad #Madodon #TransMad

#Ablesim #DisabilityCommunity #InvisibleDisabilities
#PsychiatricSurvivor #AntiPsychiatry #DisabilityJustice
#LivedExperience #PsychSurvivor #ChronicPain
#DisabilityMastodon #Neurodivergent #RadicalMentalHealth
#CripCamp #DisabilityRights #NeuroDiversity
#Sanism #Disability #DisabilityStudies
#Stories #isolation #SystemicInjustice #AltMentalHealth #instutionalization #PeerSupport #asylum

——

@MadMovementMastodon @[email protected] @disability @[email protected]
@disabilityhistory @neurodivergence

#MadLiterature
Available for pre order:

A Mad Turn
Edited by Phil Smith

Written by Mad scholars, A Mad Turn explores the field of Mad Studies in theory and practice, and what Mad Studies can bring to academia and to other social institutions. What does it mean to “do” Mad Studies? What are the field’s intersections with disability justice, Mad justice, and gender and queer studies? This book is a bold step toward the Mad Studies yet-to-come—a Mad Studies that Mad people will build, twisting and turning and singing and dancing, a new realm of thinking-being-doing-knowing. Step into it with us.

https://autonomous-press.myshopify.com/products/a-mad-turn

Hashtags & Group mentions below
#LivingMad
#Madness #MadMastodon #MadPride #MadThought
#MadMovement #MadStudies #Mad #Madodon #TransMad

#Ablesim #DisabilityCommunity #InvisibleDisabilities
#PsychiatricSurvivor #AntiPsychiatry #DisabilityJustice
#LivedExperience #PsychSurvivor #ChronicPain
#DisabilityMastodon #Neurodivergent #RadicalMentalHealth
#CripCamp #DisabilityRights #NeuroDiversity
#Sanism #Disability #DisabilityStudies
#Stories #isolation #SystemicInjustice #AltMentalHealth #instutionalization #PeerSupport #asylum

——

@MadMovementMastodon @[email protected] @disability @[email protected]
@disabilityhistory @neurodivergence

#MadLiterature
Available for pre order:

A Mad Turn
Edited by Phil Smith

Written by Mad scholars, A Mad Turn explores the field of Mad Studies in theory and practice, and what Mad Studies can bring to academia and to other social institutions. What does it mean to “do” Mad Studies? What are the field’s intersections with disability justice, Mad justice, and gender and queer studies? This book is a bold step toward the Mad Studies yet-to-come—a Mad Studies that Mad people will build, twisting and turning and singing and dancing, a new realm of thinking-being-doing-knowing. Step into it with us.

https://autonomous-press.myshopify.com/products/a-mad-turn

Hashtags & Group mentions below
#LivingMad
#Madness #MadMastodon #MadPride #MadThought
#MadMovement #MadStudies #Mad #Madodon #TransMad

#Ablesim #DisabilityCommunity #InvisibleDisabilities
#PsychiatricSurvivor #AntiPsychiatry #DisabilityJustice
#LivedExperience #PsychSurvivor #ChronicPain
#DisabilityMastodon #Neurodivergent #RadicalMentalHealth
#CripCamp #DisabilityRights #NeuroDiversity
#Sanism #Disability #DisabilityStudies
#Stories #isolation #SystemicInjustice #AltMentalHealth #instutionalization #PeerSupport #asylum

——

@MadMovementMastodon @[email protected] @disability @[email protected]
@disabilityhistory @neurodivergence

The sand fleas were out in swarms and mosquitos were biting. The sounds of the water made it difficult for me to hear. Hear the voices in my head. The ones that told me to step left or right. Or watch out for a branch or sharp piece of coral.

#writing #AmWriting #AuthorsLife #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction #microstory #author #MadWriter #MadStudies #LivingMad

@MadMovementMastodon @writingcommunity

My blog has finally joined the Fediverse -- so you can get updates directly here!

You can follow my blog at @calvinprowse.ca (or visit my site directly on the web at http://www.calvinprowse.ca)

I don't post there very often, but when I do, it's normally about some of the following: #MentalHealth #PeerSupport #Research #FuturesStudies #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #Workshop #Dreaming #Hope #Futurity #Poetry

My blog has finally joined the Fediverse -- so you can get updates directly here!

You can follow my blog at @calvinprowse.ca (or visit my site directly on the web at http://www.calvinprowse.ca)

I don't post there very often, but when I do, it's normally about some of the following: #MentalHealth #PeerSupport #Research #FuturesStudies #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #Workshop #Dreaming #Hope #Futurity #Poetry

My blog has finally joined the Fediverse -- so you can get updates directly here!

You can follow my blog at @calvinprowse.ca (or visit my site directly on the web at http://www.calvinprowse.ca)

I don't post there very often, but when I do, it's normally about some of the following: #MentalHealth #PeerSupport #Research #FuturesStudies #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #Workshop #Dreaming #Hope #Futurity #Poetry

My blog has finally joined the Fediverse -- so you can get updates directly here!

You can follow my blog at @calvinprowse.ca (or visit my site directly on the web at http://www.calvinprowse.ca)

I don't post there very often, but when I do, it's normally about some of the following: #MentalHealth #PeerSupport #Research #FuturesStudies #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #Workshop #Dreaming #Hope #Futurity #Poetry

In February, I facilitated a workshop mapping the futures of #MentalHealth and #Addictions #PeerSupport.

We discussed:
1) visions of the future we are being pulled towards
2) trends of the present pushing us toward particular futures
3) barriers to our preferred futures
4) emerging issues that could dramatically shape the future of peer support

A summary of our discussion is available on the PeerWorks blog:

https://www.peerworks.ca/resources/blog/mapping-peer-support-futures

#FuturesStudies #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #Madodon

In February, I facilitated a workshop mapping the futures of #MentalHealth and #Addictions #PeerSupport.

We discussed:
1) visions of the future we are being pulled towards
2) trends of the present pushing us toward particular futures
3) barriers to our preferred futures
4) emerging issues that could dramatically shape the future of peer support

A summary of our discussion is available on the PeerWorks blog:

https://www.peerworks.ca/resources/blog/mapping-peer-support-futures

#FuturesStudies #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #Madodon

In February, I facilitated a workshop mapping the futures of #MentalHealth and #Addictions #PeerSupport.

We discussed:
1) visions of the future we are being pulled towards
2) trends of the present pushing us toward particular futures
3) barriers to our preferred futures
4) emerging issues that could dramatically shape the future of peer support

A summary of our discussion is available on the PeerWorks blog:

https://www.peerworks.ca/resources/blog/mapping-peer-support-futures

#FuturesStudies #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #Madodon

In February, I facilitated a workshop mapping the futures of #MentalHealth and #Addictions #PeerSupport.

We discussed:
1) visions of the future we are being pulled towards
2) trends of the present pushing us toward particular futures
3) barriers to our preferred futures
4) emerging issues that could dramatically shape the future of peer support

A summary of our discussion is available on the PeerWorks blog:

https://www.peerworks.ca/resources/blog/mapping-peer-support-futures

#FuturesStudies #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #Madodon

In February, I facilitated a workshop mapping the futures of #MentalHealth and #Addictions #PeerSupport.

We discussed:
1) visions of the future we are being pulled towards
2) trends of the present pushing us toward particular futures
3) barriers to our preferred futures
4) emerging issues that could dramatically shape the future of peer support

A summary of our discussion is available on the PeerWorks blog:

https://www.peerworks.ca/resources/blog/mapping-peer-support-futures

#FuturesStudies #MadStudies #DisabilityStudies #Madodon