Something is anything that’s not nothing
So far I’ve avoided adding my voice to the current conversations on rape culture in New Zealand, for many reasons. Last week was a bad week for me, and for Continue Reading →
How to talk about self-harm
What self-harm can mean for some people, and some ways to talk about it. Self-harm is something I have avoided talking about most of my life, though I’ve been doing Continue Reading →
It took me quite a long time to realise that most people don’t wake up every day thinking: “I want to die.” I do. I have had depression and anxiety Continue Reading →
Basically, fuck the patriarchy
I am over being a woman in our society. I am over being sexualised or victimised or swept under the rug. I am over being told to pipe down, that Continue Reading →
Paid for by us – providing for us?
Jacqui’s Scott’s story about being denied financial and medical support whilst at her most vulnerable has hit a chord with me on many levels. I do not mean, in any Continue Reading →
Spoons
Knowing that you have only one spoon, and there are 50 spoons worth of things to do, is like watching a tidal wave coming while clutching a single blow up Continue Reading →
High Risk doesn’t mean Help
I’ve written before about mental health services in New Zealand, and about my own health. I talked about how there are three “stages” of coping with mental health. For me, Continue Reading →
MY BODY. MY CHOICE. PART TWO.
This is a followup post to MY BODY, MY CHOICE – yesterday’s story regarding my friend who has been denied the right to remove her contraception. I’m so grateful for Continue Reading →
MY BODY. MY CHOICE.
My friend’s doctors have refused to remove her IUD, on the grounds that, in their opinion, she’s currently financially and mentally unfit to have children. I’ve been wanting to write Continue Reading →
Our National Treasure
Our National Library is in the media this week – due to something it didn’t do, but censure is an issue that relates to all libraries. I worked at the Continue Reading →