Yuuuup, I ended up getting a tattoo on my wrist that is essentially a personal period joke.

At one stage it was crucial for my survival, it was a kind of grounding token to snap me out of hormonal suicidal insanity when my PMS was at its worst. Something I'd see that would bluntly remind me "it's not you, it's your hormones, you don't actually want this"

When I say the urge came and went zero to sixty back to zero in 30 seconds flat, sometimes that was an understatement. I really struggled because in addition to suicidal ideation during PMS, I had undiagnosed and untreated ADHD, which often gets worse with PMS thanks to the way oestrogen and progesterone play off each other.

Guess who's got major impulsively issues. Guess what two symptoms really shouldn't be combined.

I have zero desire to kill myself.

But my hormones seemed desperate to try and make me do it every month, especially as a teen.

It didn't help that I had endometriosis and at 17 developed a uterine prolapse, on top of a rectal prolapse I'd had since I was 12. I was in agony when I was on my period, so sometimes the desire to make the pain stop overlapped with the suicidal ideation. That sucked. Hard to reason your way out of physical pain.

I've had a hysterectomy (from 17-24 my uterus just kept trying to make its own escape anyway despite attempts to sew it in place) and no longer suffer menstrual dysphoria because it turns out that was gender dysphoria not true PMDD. But I still get suicidal ideation as part of PMS, fortunately my ADHD is much better managed so now my tattoo is less a suicide detterant and just a reminder that I still have ovaries (sometimes I genuinely forget, and it takes me a few days to work out why I'm bloated and irritable and why I'm anxious about my sore boobs)

I fear his mental state may not grant him the capacity for such self awareness, even in prison.

Schools, town halls, community centres, some libraries, some council buildings, certain community spaces like scout halls, basketball stadiums, rotary clubs etc.

Old churches that are now public halls are also opened as voting stations, and some actual churches while not open for voting due to conflicts of interest, do establish rapid housing programs so people can get legal addresses for electrotal enrolments in time for voting, and others will be open as census sites for homeless folk to record themselves on census night. I grew up in bum fuck nowhere and on election day if the weather was tolerance AEC would set up an open polling station on the local football oval just to move through the register faster than what the tiny local school could handle.

Since covid lock downs, eastern states especially have enhanced their postal and early voting processes.

For about 2 weeks before elections (local, state, federal) for the most part you can just walk into any of the above buildings, in litteraly any suburb town or city that's participating in the election, and cast your vote.

If you do your research on best venues and times, you can knock out your vote in 10 minutes flat. No queue.

Some people are eligible for postal votes too, you can request the ballot be mailed to you, or pick one up from the post office and cast your vote without leaving your home block.

But we're far from competent. While I love our preferential voting system, it's not well understood by the public, our LGA's are still subject to gerrymandering, and there are large swaths of our community that are legally prohibited from voting for various reasons that I personally feel is an unethical antidemocratic policy. There are also huge groups of indigenous peoples who do not have accessible electoral education, trustworthy polling processes, and are disenfranchised from the electrotal process, with little government support or funding for culturally appropriate programs for engagement. Despite our preferential voting, we have essentially devolved to a two party system with neither major party really being any better, do we want the party of bigots, or the party of other bigots?

For his sake I hope so.

But for humanities sake I want him to go to jail, get the same treatment as any other prisoner, and not suffer.

Because if I get to live in a fantasy world where he's in jail, I also want a world where the prison system is for rehabilitation and safe containment, not punishment and suffering.

As someone chronically Ill, I feel this so hard.

Every minute that I'm not at work I'm dedicating to making sure I'm likely to be well enough for work tomorrow.

I don't do anything after work without asking "how will this impact my health tomorrow?" and that includes things like not being able to sweep my own floor because I know I need to sweep at work and the nerve damage in my arms won't let me sweep twice in one day without keeping me up all night in pain, and if I don't get enough sleep, I'll get a migraine and won't be able to physically see anything.

Most of my days off are spent in agony trying to restore myself and desperately trying to reset my house and home life so I can keep up with work, without overdoing it on Sunday and making myself sick for Monday.

So yeah, on the one day a month where I wake up for work and I don't throw up or almost shit myself, and my heart rate is doing what it's supposed to do, and I can see and hear and feel my feet... The temptation to "call in healthy", so I can actually have a day off to enjoy myself for the first time in over a month is really hard to ignore.

I actually did that this week because Wednesday was my birthday, I went to work, it was a "bad workable day" (vs a "good workable day" or a "bad unworkable day") and Thursday I woke up feeling really good, I only had a 2 hour shift and it was just admin so I took my first sick day in 6 months and used it to do all my linens and towel laundry. It felt like a proper day off because I was healthy enough to get stuff done for myself, without being in pain or having to stop to run to the bathroom or let my heart calm down, or give up on folding because I can't feel my arms.

I can't do that every time I want or even need to though. My bank account is really good at forcing me to go to work, healthy, half dead, or heaving. Chronic illness is expensive, and some days trying to keep up with work feels like it costs my health more than not working. but sadly not working is not an option for me, because I'm capable of work, so I must. (and continue to push my gov for universal basic income)

For context as to how working while disabled messes you up. I got hit by a truck on the way to work last year, I got to the office and used their first aid kit to patch myself up. Booked a doctors appointment, told my boss I'd be leaving early, then kept working until my appointment.

My boss was fine with this, and then someone on reddit posted a photo of the crash and my boss saw, they realised when I said "I was hit by a truck" what I meant was "I was hit by a truck"

When asked how I was feeling, and reporting "no different to usual" my boss sent me to the ER because they thought I had a concussion and was acting confused. ER checked me out, dislocated shoulder and wrist, soft tissue damage here and there, but otherwise nothing major or serious or nothing I don't already deal with on a daily basis. I went back to finish my shift and my boss asked what I was doing working after I'd been hit by a truck.

I feel exactly the same level of pain today as I do every other day. If I take today off because this level of pain is apparently unworkable, it's a slippery slope, eventually I'm going to have to come back to work despite being in this exact same level of pain. This is my baseline, now I can truly compare it to being hit by a truck.

I used to be on a pension, I wanted to work because I wanted purpose in the neo-liberal hell scape of my society. but my mental health was too shot because of this deep rooted idea that I deserved rest just for being in any level of pain that was out of the ordinary, and subconsciously I would talk myself out of doing anything because I deeply believed I shouldn't have to.

But I don't have that luxury, my ordinary will always be "hit by a truck" level, so right now I either learn how to consistently work through it, or drop dead broke and homeless.

The lyrics on Spotify play along/highlight as the song plays so you can read along in time with the song.

This is actually a vital accommodation for the hard of hearing and partially Deaf because we can often hear/feel the beat and sometimes the melody, but we don't know exactly where in the song were up to because the tune of all the versus sounds the same, or vocal breaks of "ooooooh, lalala" can be mistaken for the start of a new line of lyrics.

So if you're just reading along with a static page of lyrics, it takes a lot of mental energy to figure out what's happening with the song, especially if it's a new song you're discovering.

We've had static lyric sheets for decades, you'd unfold the sleeve in your record and try to read along as you listened, never 100% sure you were doing it right unless a fully hearing friend was there to point at the words and be your version of the bouncing ball.

So to have this technology that almost completely solves this problem for a vulnerable community... Then to put it behind a pay wall despite the fact that Deaf people are more likely to be underemployed and socially disadvantaged than the general hearing populous is just callous.

Our experience of music is fundamentally different to hearing people, and yet Spotify will charge us the same rate for a sub par experience.

You do anyway without piercings.

The nipple isn't technically one hole, it's kind of like a porous sponge. After all, mammary glands are just mutated sweat glands, it's a series of holes connected to a series of ducts.

So a lot of people find when lactating that it can spurt in crazy directions from unexpected parts of the nipple.

I still remember the time I ran into Woolworths at 7am right as the door opened to buy $400 worth of their paper bags because the delivery of bags our food bank was expecting the previous day never arrived and we had 800 hampers to pack that day.

I was wearing my uniform and I had my card with me to get the wholesale discount as part of the agreement our organisation had with woolworths.

The store manager recognised me as I walked in and ran off to grab some unopened boxes of bags for me.

When I hit to the checkout the cashier ran everything through, applied the discount, and even engaged in some mindful small talk about how busy we were expecting to get today and if Aldi had stopped giving us green bacon (they had not).

Then when we were almost done the cashier asked if I wanted to donate to Food Bank.

While I'm standing there holding a Food Bank charity partner wholesale card, wearing my Food bank charity partner uniform.

I said "uh, no, thanks" and I suspected the the cashier was on autopilot when she said "really? But it's for food security" I said no again and they asked why not, at that point I realised that they weren't on autopilot, they genuinely didn't understand why I would not be using the food bank charity partner debit card to donate to food bank via woolworths.

She said it wouldn't matter because the money would "go back to food bank eventually" (ignoring admin and financial management costs, it's a net loss).... So why would I donate it if it would litteraly do nothing to benefit food bank other than give Woolies the opportunity to say they donated x money to food bank, bich that's basically fraud.

I'm an IT teacher at a community centre, I genuinely never thought I would see the day when a student younger than me enrolled. I wrongly assumed my role as a public educator would just fade out as younger generations required generally less training around computers.

Obviously courses in disability service centres would remain, and accredited training for people to kick off or retarget their careers would still exist.

But the person at the local library who meets twice a week and teaches grandma how to close the tabs on her phone felt like a job that was destined to die.

I'm in my 30s and this year I have a few teenagers in my class. The conversations are hilarious, they don't know how to read a file location adreess or open a program that isn't pinned to the taskbar, but at the same time, I don't know how to access the notifications bar on an iPhone or quickly find the wifi settings without going through general settings....because I went from windows to 98, to a blackberry, to an Android, just like they went from an ipad toddler to an iPhone teen, and only now are they having Windows 11 thrown at them, and of all the computers to try and learn to use, this wouldn't be my first recommendation (but it's what our government funds us to teach 🤷‍♀️)

The skill divide is so hard to explain too. My elderly students just stare blankly at one screen, overwhelmed and confused, unsure how to recognise anything. Nothing stands out as a link, or a click able button, because the entire visual landscape is new to them. There is often a lot of hand holding which can be frustrating especially when you made a huge breakthrough in their confidence and independence only to have come in the next week feeling insecure about their skills because they've forgotten a little bit, or had a bad spam caller over the weekend who made them want to never touch a computer again.

Then the teens, who know what links look like and generally what they do will rush ahead, they may not know what it is exactly they're trying to do, but they think they know what end result is expected and they generally know how to avoid catastrophic issues so they just barrel ahead, I'll see them make 40 clicks a second for something that usually takes 2, because they're throwing spaghetti at the wall.

I had a project last week. Dead simple. Save a linked file to a target location, import the file into another program through either drag and drop or browsing for the file, then change 1 thing, and export the final file into another target location, as specified on the activity sheet.

Barely 5 minutes in, I'm still helping Brenda get her mouse dongle plugged in, and one of the teens is finished. And yes, they have every file I asked for, and every edit I asked for, but both are just sitting in the downloads folder. And now we're at the end looking back, the teen is confused because they have the edited file that is required to "finish*, how is it wrong, and I'm trying to explain why skipping the steps about target locations means they'll have to start again because this activity is all about target locations and I don't actually give two shits about this file I just need them to put things in and out of a folder until they can explain to me "a folder is a container" and not just stare into space because a folder is a black hole on their phone things they save go to until they need them again and just download them again.

Exactly, I didn't have a tantrum. I used a third party app because of the accessibility features it offered that the official app doesn't. I can't use reddit now, so I don't use reddit.

I mean, I'd be confused and concerned too if a time travelling European from the 18th century stepped off a boat in 1492

Bread wasn't rationed but the only bread you could get your hands on was "the national loaf", which my grandmother informed me was "saltier than unwashed seaweed".

Potatos and carrots were abundant so lots of people learned to make potato scones and potato dumplings to make their flour stretch further.

The ministry of food developed recipes to help people make their rations last.

Woolton Pie is one that stuck around because it was so versatile.