Cassandra Disque | May 28, 2010
You treat me just like rubber – a cheap, oft-used commodity. Importable on demand. Bendable, expendable. You think your words will just bounce off me without a care. But I’m not at all like rubber – I’m porous like the earth, soaking up your every word and glance. I’m fragile like a hot house flower [...]
Cassandra Disque | May 8, 2010
The general consensus in modern psychology is that it’s unhealthy to question — particularly to continually question — your past life. As in, asking “what if,” is only going to drive you crazy. As a disabled person, I can particularly find truth in that. It’s better for me to accept and move forward than to [...]
Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.
My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."
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