My #health is up & down, and I'm used to it.
I get around, or I lay down (laying down while typing right now)
&now that my forearm is burnin, I'll be doing this a little less as previously stated.
fine enough, but lets talk bout-
-internalized disabili-phobia. (gimmee a break,& gimmee the word if it exists)
it kinda works like internalized homophobia really. I pulled inside all of the shit I've heard for years. all of the hate, all of the "there's no place for you, so go and die already". all inside-
-my head.
I fear "looking too well" because I need the help that I get. And i've been afraid of "random encounter human" because I've heard stories of people going off on us because we don't look like what people have expected.
How that plays out internally: "am I really-
-having this problem?" "Oh god, what if they're all right, and i'm just a lazy good for nothing?" "Is my chest really developing a hole, or is the surgeon right and i'm hysterical?"
Happily, the pain settles in, my chest burns, my arms burn, & reality says, nope, you're here!
- I don't talk about this much though, because I really don't want to be excluded.
people look at me, and go, no, you don't want to come with us, you'll get hurt.
welll....yes, if i hiked with you at your pace, that'd be fecking awful, but riding in a car and chatting i can do.-
-I can draw and write as well. and when i can't use my hands, i can think and record things with the microphone in my phone.
I create. even when i can't polish it up right away. it's still there.
and yet, i feel it creeping in... "You require down time that others dont-
- That makes you replaceable!"
The horrible...funny thing of this is.
That #voice is in every one of us.
You won't feel it cut your soul,until you become like me.
until that accident. Until that unforeseen genetic mutation. Until the poison you didn't know was there, gets you-
-and you then cease to be "normal".
You need help.
You need helpers.
You need time.
You need space.
and the world says...no. None of that for you, go die now.
Some of the world. Not all of it.
I have assistance, because of the wonderous Boulder County system.
and my friends. -
I'm chatty tonight, because 20 years ago I decided to step out of a #closet, only to put myself back in, until now.
One more closet I gotta pop out of! EYOOOOOOO! ^,^
I do require time and extra maint for my #health, and I gotta be #compassionate & give myself breaks.
-
-And I am worthy of this help.
You are worthy of the help too.
Your life, makes someone else's brighter.
That is #worthy.
I wish you the best.
and I'll work to talk more openly in the mean time. For all our visibility's sakes.
Take care out there! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
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Right now, notice where your head is in space. Is it out forward over your chest, or is it more directly up and over your shoulders?
If not,then,as if someone pulled a thread from the top of your skullcap straight up...pullyour head up-
-and put your head back direct over your shoulders.
Doing this a little each day will loosen your back muscles & arm muscles a bit. (might even help with pain)
I bet you're nearsighted & put your head down to the screen when you read, just like me.
Now, about those arms-
- This is a noticing piece.
I hold my pencil and mouse tight. Death grip. Been working on loosening for years.
I rest by not using either.
Turns out, touch screening a phone, uses the same death poke, and the arm up in the same tightly bent position.
And for my #visuallyimpaired folks, I will #type out the #text of that #image, down here. Cuz the data is #important. (one of these days I'll get all my comics done with text properly on the site)
Starts here: Hello, It's Trish Malone, creator of #NKVSSP and slightly hurty -
- artist monkey.
And it's just struck me now, so bear with me.
My forearm, right at the elbow, is needles and fire. It happens. And Overuse is the #1 suspect. Turns out today though, overuse is actually #2.
Here we have the beginning of the #show!
Kinda hot, but the first cloud loomed (pretty!)
We set up behind the #drums in the back 😊
For those who've never been to #DenverBotanicalGardens , imagine the #stage at the center bottom of an inverse pyramid.
Melissa Etheridge coming down the side ramp toward the stage!
This photo is bleached out cuz of the intense sun beating down on us (before the rest of the clouds would sweep across the sky)
Unsure which songs these are from.
The #lineup#featured#songs from #YourLittleSecret and back.
A fun #memory lane trip for my veteran show going friends, and a good #show for my newbie friends to walk into 😊
Seriously, if you're #reading down the #list going, "That's me, that's me, that's me, and oooooo is that EVER me!"
I'd definitely #recommend getting some #help with the matter.
It's taken years to be #comfortable in my own skin.
Years of breaking the old records in my head
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It's a freakin #relief, to cry a tiny bit in a #movie theatre at a moving point in the film, without having to expend all the extra #energy in "did someone see me?" #exhausting!
I got back to my sister's house. Put my other pj pants on.
Laid down, waiting for the rain to stop so we could get drawing stuff out of the car.... And poof!
It was the next morning 😂
So.... Here we go, end of the show!
We only made it to 20 if 25 unique Who costumes-