My relationship with my sexuality has always been disorganized, even before I became legitimately disabled by my conditions. I grew up feeling like I needed to fit into a mold I wasn't shaped for, and a body I didn't even understand was objectified by many people around me from a young age.
I am aware that the vast majority of people who have been actively engaging with my content, are involved in the chronic illness/disabled community - and like every single disabled/less abled person I've had the pleasure of talking with, I have experienced difficulties navigating interabled friendships and relationships in the past, purely because of the lack of understanding, and societal ableism which resides in those who haven't had personal experience with disability prior to the friendship.
As I get back on my feet (or wheels so to speak), I feel it to be even more pressing to share ways to support creators -in particular disabled creators; as the social media algorithms appear to be either inadvertently or intentionally targeting the community.
Hello my lovely folx, how are you all doing today? I know it has been long time, no see here on the blog - but that's a topic for another time entirely. As today, I bring frustrating and angering news relating to my IG account, and the action taken by the platform to censor yet [...]
I write today regarding my project, which aims to provide a platform for individuals to join the conversation about sexuality and sexual health as a disabled person; as there is a significant lack of disabled representation in discussions surrounding these topics. Sexual wellbeing and owning our sexuality is just as important as any other aspect of health and wellness[...]
Hello, my name’s Lori- AKA ‘Bud to Bloom’, a UK based disability, and mental health blogger living with Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, ME, and a host of other comorbidities. My journey with chronic illness started at age 13, and like many spoonie warriors it appeared to come from nowhere. However after a few years I was [...]
I never thought I would make it to 20, I had developed this prophecy that I wouldn't make it through the difficulties endured during my mid teens.
As a young girl I spent a lot of time daydreaming about the future, my future - and how perfect everything was going to be 'by then'. Watching cheesy American teen movies about the toils of high school students for rich, white, and straight cis women gave me a highly unrealistic expectation of what my [...]
I slowly began to hate using my walking stick, crutches, walking frame, and wheelchair - I failed to invest in my comfort and sense of self-expression because I was living in a state of denial. I didn't WANT to think of a future with mobility aids; it felt like I would be giving in.
May 9 - "This past weekend has been rough - my body feels like it's falling apart beneath my skin, uncontrollable; fighting against itself - the epitome of connective tissue disorder." Warm weather is a rarity in northern England, so I try my very best to go into the garden whenever my PoTS and ME [...]