While I talk about my stroke a fair amount, I’m much less inclined to talk about my experience being diagnosed with type-2 diabetes after my discharge. Disordered eating of one kind or another plagued my adolescence and I bought into yo-yo dieting for much of my young adulthood. The process of becoming more kind to my body and accepting it helped me be more healthy and intuitive about my eating, but post-stroke budgetary restrictions, fatigue, and depression derailed much of that. I wrote about how I got back to a happier, healthier place with the help of a community-sourced holistic nutritionist for She Does the City.
I rant about my cane from time to time because people are such assholes about it sometimes. I’m mostly semi-incoherent and cursing a blue streak, but I got it together to write about the shift from the male gaze to the able-bodied gaze as a newly disabled woman for She Does the City. If you need a reason to not hassle a disabled person or insert them into your weird saviour narrative, this is it.