Category Archives: Book One – Body

Chronic Pain

shelfless

Posted on January 13, 2016 by C. M. Condo

Last week I was so, so angry. I couldn’t stop thinking about all of the people who have taken advantage of me throughout my life, most of them men, and how my autism made me such an easy mark, and … Continue reading →

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surgereve

Posted on December 29, 2015 by C. M. Condo

Despite still being exhausted after the most challenging semester of school of my entire life, which now encompasses a full ten years total of post-secondary education, the day before my second surgery I was buzzing around like a four-year-old on … Continue reading →

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return of the ape

Posted on December 22, 2015 by C. M. Condo

I am sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at my newly-framed, 2015 diploma.  It was a gift from Momma and Poppa Ape, getting it mounted; they kept meaning to get it back to me but we always forgot when I … Continue reading →

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getting to work

Posted on June 10, 2015 by C. M. Condo

So now I have officially graduated, and have been back to work in the lab for a little over a week. The days are long, but my shoulder, while not entirely pleased, has thus far refrained from laying me out … Continue reading →

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not my fault

Posted on May 18, 2015 by C. M. Condo

As I read more and more about my autism (for new folks, I was recently diagnosed with Asperger’s, an Autism Spectrum Disorder or ASD), I am, for the first time in my life, seeing my life experiences clearly. All of … Continue reading →

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it’s too much

Posted on May 11, 2015 by C. M. Condo

I don’t know what to write here. Words on a screen are too thin and ephemeral to fitly describe the weight and depth of what I feel inside. My loneliness, barely managed under the best of circumstances, has been flushed … Continue reading →

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you know what else has a hole in the middle of it?

Posted on May 7, 2015 by C. M. Condo

Dear TG Ape: {Health Insurance Company [Money-Grubbing Wankers, Inc.]}’s pharmacy benefit manager continually review* medicines, products, and prices, to make sure the drugs that work well and are cost-effective become part of your prescription drug benefit [figure out if there’s … Continue reading →

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and then this happened

Posted on May 2, 2015 by C. M. Condo

I’m writing about this because both Momma Ape and my therapist have told me I must write about it. I don’t know if it belongs here or not, and posts under this heading may be moved to another blog entirely at some point. … Continue reading →

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The Chariot

Posted on April 29, 2015 by C. M. Condo

If it’s easy, then it’s the right thing. If it’s hard, then it’s the right thing. What is the right thing to do? It feels like it should be a simple question; a binary question, no less. Some things are … Continue reading →

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excepting expectation

Posted on April 16, 2015 by C. M. Condo

Last week’s pain crisis is now behind me. I’m still quite run down, and unable to do much which either arm, but pain is no longer crowding out concrete thought. Yesterday, the surgeon examined both of my shoulders and affirmed … Continue reading →

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