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Why Do We Bother?

I am so tired. So tired of friends asking how I am, and then if I tell them, saying “Well maybe you should go to the doctor.”

Tired of going to the doctor and not being believed, having my symptoms dismissed, because… why? I’m a woman? I don’t know why, but all I can say for sure is that I have never been to the doctor about something which has turned out to be nothing, and yet that’s what they expect to happen every. fucking. time.  Continue reading “Why Do We Bother?”

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How Do You Fit It All In? #10

The latest instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Continue reading “How Do You Fit It All In? #10”

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How Do You Fit It All In? #7

The latest instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do.  Continue reading “How Do You Fit It All In? #7”

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How Do You Fit It All In? #6

The latest instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do.  Continue reading “How Do You Fit It All In? #6”

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How Do You Fit It All In? #5

The fifth instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Continue reading “How Do You Fit It All In? #5”

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How Do You Fit It All In? #4

The fourth instalment in a series in which I answer the ongoing question “How do you fit it all in?”, which people ask me when I tell them what I do. Continue reading “How Do You Fit It All In? #4”

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I’m Not Dead

I don’t normally do birthdays. I don’t mind celebrating other people’s, but I don’t celebrate my own. This is partly because I grew up as a Jehovah’s Witness, so I never celebrated my birthday as a kid, and it’d feel weird to start as an adult. It’s also because I have what my therapist terms “a pathological dislike of attention” so the idea of sitting in a room while people stare at me and sing to me and bring me presents sounds like actual hell.

However, I am quite proud of turning 30, because I never thought I would. And since you’re all staring at screens instead of directly at me, and none of you are going to sing to me because how would you anyway, and you’re definitely not sending me presents because fuck that shit, I thought I would take a moment to talk about turning thirty.  Continue reading “I’m Not Dead”