This is me when I'm not doing the stuff for my regular blog. That means not necessarily as careful, not necessarily as able to do things, lots of things could be different than usual. I don't do trigger warnings, and I have genuine well thought out reasons that aren't just some kind of callous BS.
My friend just told me that it’s an “Amanda-ism” to say “This doorknob is confusing my foot.” (Context: From my wheelchair position I usually open doors with my feet, which are in the air.) Apparently I’m supposed to recognize that confusion takes place on the other end of my body and not blame my foot for not being able to understand how to get the doorknob to work. I’m pretty sure this says something about the way my mind works. But I don’t know what. To me it seems most obvious that whatever is going on is happening with my foot, and the idea of going up to my brain to find the confusion seems a bit of a leap of abstraction. Especially when my body is trashed by whatever this illness is, and doesn’t seem to want to give me any cognitive spoons it can spare.
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