Ten years ago, I recovered from a dissociative fugue. It was not a perfectly classical one, but an MD felt that was the best label so I'll stick with that. Having read about them, it seems mine was less acute but more drawn out than usual, and I wonder if I would have stayed where I was if I hadn't been having an exascerbation that paralyzed me at ( Read more... )

Well did he remember the day he left home. The wind had been blowing harsh and cold, the rain pelting his face. Pelt was a good word for it, he had thought grimly, for the rain was likely the last covering he would be able to count on from this time forward. As a youngling, he had depended on his parents, but now that he was full grown it was time ( Read more... )

Also, I didn't eat the pepper, just so we're clear.

This post is an entry in the Disability Blog Carnival #6. The subject of January's blog carnival is the impact of disability on relationships.

There may be nothing new under the sun, but I still have a long way to go before I stop being surprised by the reactions of temporarily able bodied people to people with visible disabilities. Just when I ( Read more... )

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I apologize for not knowing what an "LJ cut" was. I thought that happened automatically, honestly. *blushes ( Read more... )

The ground is still soggy from the rain that killed my father. I still can not understand how he can be dead. He survived four tours with the Imperial Foot, one goblin raid upon a neighbor town, and the yellow disease. He came back each time with stories, a scar or two, and occasional rewards for service to the Empire ( Read more... )