Category Archives: Aspect IV

December 2015 – February 2016

dare I think

Hey TGA, why haven’t you posted about your pain lately? Indeed, why haven’t I? It’s not like I don’t still have it. But it’s crossed a line, now, into that previously elusive territory known as “manageable.” Of course, I’m wary of … Continue reading

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scars

They don’t match. That was my first thought as I sat on the edge of MS Ape’s bathroom sink, my back to my reflection, peering into a make-up mirror to compare the barely-knitted slices on my left scapula to the … Continue reading

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shelfless

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

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

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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