A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
In each hand, I grip the exercise band and pull until the band is a taut swath of lime green. My nose twitches at the synthetic smell of rubber, as unnatural as the band’s color.
Jane Clayton and her dog, Mr. Snuggles, decide to have a great adventure together after they both receive the same diagnosis.
In this short, speculative story by V.M. Sawh, insurance is even more of a nightmare than it is IRL.
In Toothpaste, the essayist learns to live with PTSD as a result of illness, surgeries, and medical malpractice.
Most people assume that if you only know one language, that language was easy to learn. English and I still battle.
Poet and retired physical therapist Barbara Brooks writes a poem about the S curve of her spine, the pain that comes with it, and the peace that comes with knowing there is nothing she can do to change it.
For people like Caitlin Thomson and her family, a societal lack of COVID precautions is even more isolating than the early stages of the pandemic.
Grace F. Hopkins has been collecting myths and urban legends since she “wasted” her undergraduate degree studying English, Classics, and folklore. Read her poem at the link below.
“It’s my first time. I sink into cushy recliner. A monitor tracks blood pressure. The therapist adheres a finger sensor, a final electrode as I shut my eyes.”
In his latest poem, Andrew Hall writes about disability in the context of a relationship.