Honestly, when I saw this news article I thought I was reading The Onion. Sadly, I wasn’t.
Earlier this week, The Norwegian Women’s Beach Handball team was fined 150 Euros each (about $175 US dollars) for choosing to wear spandex shorts over bikini bottoms during a recent game against Spain in Bulgaria. The International Handball Federation claimed that by wearing shorts rather than the required bikini bottoms, the team was wearing “improper clothing.”
Really quick, take a look at the above photo. On the right side, are the deviously improper shorts compared to the tiny barely-there bikini bottoms on…
I published a story last spring that has since gained thousands of new viewers.
I had no idea my post would reach so many people, and was blown away by how many responded with their own touching stories of their late diagnosis or their experience with an autistic loved one. This is the reason why I love sharing my writing, which is helping others to connect with themselves.
Along with the heartwarming and encouraging comments, there was also a handful of misinformed, ableist, uneducated, or just downright insulting remarks from others questioning or denying my diagnosis.
“Isn’t everybody a little…
*Trigger Warning* Article contains mention of suicide and disturbing facts about social media and mental health
I didn’t follow Lee on Instagram or YouTube, nor did I know her personally, but something in me broke a bit after reading this. I also struggle with mental illness and even have had a few suicidal attempts in my life, so to read about someone who “seemed” like they were so happy when they were actually struggling resonated with me.
I remember the day I saw him.*
It was early April and the sun was high. My dog Nora was happily swinging her bushy tail as we ran together in unison down the sidewalk for her daily run. The spring breeze was blowing, gently whipping my hair and creating goosebumps on my bare arms.
That’s when I heard him.
I jerked my head upwards to meet eyes with a middle-aged man driving a black Hyundai Sonata on the road going the opposite way of my direction. His window had been rolled all the way down. …
Ahhh, Pride month.
Half-dressed people with glittery rainbow hearts pasted over their nipples.
People taping their feet to impossibly high stilettos so they don’t break their ankles as they race each other down cobblestoned streets.
Thousands of gay and lesbians couples walk hand in hand while ceremony waving their rainbow flags.
Amidst all of the love and pride surrounding these vivacious and empowering events year after year, one thing has continued to ruffle my sparkly pink feathers. How come bisexuals continue to be seen as the “less than” community in a culture that is supposed to be wildly accepting and…
Recently my boyfriend came across a post on Linkedin from a young and “trendy” software company based in our city of Barcelona.
“The New Normal.
What does it mean for us? It means we get another full half of an office, conquering the whole 6th floor!
More seats, more space, and more people to join this amazing team!
Which also means, we’ll be back in the office pretty soon.
With the appropriate precautions!”
During this Pandemic, more companies are realizing that working from home actually works. …
The first 29 years of my life were painfully spent agonizing and tormenting myself about why I constantly felt so fucking different than everyone else.
There was a never-ending narrative that I mulled over in my head reprimanding myself for feeling like I was an accident created without any sole purpose in life. Like I could never just get it, that I was so alone and continuously misunderstood by everyone.
I had trouble keeping friends, maintaining jobs for more than 3–4 months, living with roommates, doing well in school, completing tasks, having successful healthy relationships, amongst many other things. Each…
I remember the first movie I saw in the theaters by myself. It was 2010, and I had just seen Shutter Island with a group of friends. After the movie ended,
**SPOILERS AHEAD-DON’T KEEP READING IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SHUTTER ISLAND!**
I remember sitting in my seat completely dumbfounded and awestruck at the absolute mind-fuck the ending delivered.
Wait, so he was mentally-ill all along, or they were just fucking with him?
Were those really just placebo pills they gave him for his headache?
I had to know. I had to see this movie again. Like, tomorrow. So that’s…
Our love is made of paper
There are creases from where we’ve folded it so small that we are able to put it into our pockets, hidden from view. Hidden from each other.
The edges are ripped and burned from the time I threw our past into the fire and hoped your face would burn up in the smoke along with our memories.
There’s ink smeared along with lipstick stains as I fervently scribbled your name over and over until I yelled it out in pure ecstasy.
I wiped you from my mouth and the remnants of my lips made…
“Trauma is personal. It does not disappear if it is not validated. When it is ignored or invalidated the silent screams continue internally heard only by the one held captive.”― Danielle Bernock, Emerging With Wings: A True Story of Lies, Pain, And The LOVE that Heals
Throughout my entire childhood and into adolescence, I never really contemplated what these words meant, nor did I identify with them. I always thought trauma and abuse were only reserved for victims who had been physically injured by another person. …
She/her American living in Spain. I write about mental illness, humor, and the adventures of being an LGBTQ Autistic woman with a PDA profile.