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by Cath - 2 September 2009
I haven’t posted much lately, but I visit the site most days, sometimes twice. The fact is, I am envious of the ease with which Chloe and Lane have incorporated wheelchairs and other BIID supports into their work and private lives and I’ve been sulking a bit.
Feeling Like An Alien continues »
by Cath - 26 June 2009
When I was holidaying in France recently I met up with Tom, well known on this blog for his poignant and thoughtful accounts of his struggle with BIID. We had emailed and telephoned a few times in advance so it didn’t feel like a total shot in the dark, nor in the least bit scary.
For Tom continues »
by Cath - 3 May 2009
When I was growing up in the England of the late seventies I had some experiences which made me become sharply aware of the potency of names. First of all, I was a pupil at a rural school which was totally dominated by white, middle class children and I can remember clearly the single child of Afro-Caribbean descent who attended. She got bullied and called a ‘nigger’ and when this culminated in the word being sprayed on a classroom wall the culprits were summarily expelled, although I was never quite certain whether this was for the racism or the graffiti. The unfortunate victim left soon after and I don’t blame her.
Would BIID By Any Other Name Smell As Sweet? continues »
by Collective - 13 April 2009
The following post is a collection of entries on the topic of “BIID and Choice” from different people. Everyone was asked to write about that topic, but were not given more direction than that. I chose to leave it up to people to go in the direction they thought best fitted the topic. I am quite happy with the way it’s turned out and might repeat this experience with another topic. Sean
Choice and BIID - Varying Opinions continues »
by Cath - 8 April 2009
I woke up this morning to total lack of feeling in all the fingers of my left hand! It was extraordinary. My fingers were curled and overlapping. When I touched them with my other hand there was nothing and although I could move them I had no proprioception.
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