Sterilised and silenced
I’m having a lot of thoughts about women’s rights to have or not have children – especially mentally ill and/or disabled women. 1 in 6 New Zealand women has a Continue Reading →
Author Archives: writehanded
The Wreck of the Tek Sing
It was treasure That dive, that day May 12 1999 The True Star looming, listing on its side Barely recognisable, covered in the growing houses of fish The porcelain on Continue Reading →
Don’t call me crazy
I wanted to write a post about the way women are referred to as “crazy bitches” – often post-breakup – and all the things that are wrong with this. But Continue Reading →
The other side of the story
I’ve been getting a lot of reminders lately that not everything is about me. I’m inherently selfish. Maybe that’s human, and maybe I’m too sensitive. I assume every subtweet is Continue Reading →
Strength
I don’t feel very strong, so it always amazes me when people ask me where I get my strength from. The same with courage. I don’t feel brave. I feel Continue Reading →
Better than me
Everybody wants to be a better version of you and me I just bleed tears in my eyes/ scars on my thighs I apologise, did I think I was right? Continue Reading →
On Twitter culture and being called out
A couple days ago, while I was weeping again, I asked my friend: “Why can’t I just cope alone? What’s wrong with me?” And he replied: “No one can. We’re Continue Reading →
My apology
I don’t know if writing this will make things better or worse, but basically I’m doing it to cope, because the alternative is sitting in bed, feeling like the worst Continue Reading →
Panicking about panicking
I’ve wanted to write about anxiety for a long time, but it’s hard to find the words to describe what living with it is like. Last night, I had a Continue Reading →
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 →