This section was originally posted on Facebook, if you follow me there, you have most likely already read it. Go to the next section.
About my disability
This year, my ability to focus has decreased from an average of 10–15 hours per week to 4–6 hours per week. I usually manage only one work session daily, lasting at most 2–3 hours. Thus, I can only focus on writing or completing administrative tasks for two days per week, down from the five days I managed last year.
Nowadays, my capabilities resemble the ones I had in late 2016 and early 2017, which is when I began to have chronic fatigue bouts.
Luckily, though my capacity has drastically diminished, I haven’t experienced any crises per se. My overall health is good, and I am in good spirits. On that note, I plan to embark on a journey to get certified as a person with disabilities by the Mexican government.
As I've mentioned before, I always need help. However, I have enough emotional support, I do not need a shoulder to cry or advice. Any financial assistance would be greatly appreciated, and subscribing to my Substack is also a great way to support me, as I am migrating all my efforts there because I am eager to engage in nurturing exchanges.
Thank you for taking the time to read this.
Substack’s Notes
Safeport: I will use Substack’s Notes to share interesting stuff I see around here and sandbox short thoughts, art or memes. Likely, what I share won't make much sense, nor will it be clear or funny to others.
Luckily, Substack doesn't prompt subscribers every time I upload a note. Thus, I can give free rein to my creativity without overloading your inbox.
To exemplify this creative process, I uploaded to my Substack Notes a meme that I posted a few days earlier on Facebook (I'm attaching it below so that you can check it out directly). In it, I compared cenobites with door-to-door evangelists and I added a plain #NotTodayCenobite.
Allow me to elaborate: Jehovah's Witnesses and other Christian door-knocking folk visit me to persuade me the dimension they inhabit is full of love. However, I see them as cenobites because, based on the interpretation they give of the Bible, in my opinion, they inhabit a world where guilt, hatred, resentment and lies fester.
When I hear their words, even if they appear calm and composed, I often feel they are in pain and fearful. So for me, they have normalised that state of misery (as Pinhead and company have done with theirs) and don't even perceive it any more.
After publishing that meme, I began to think that evangelists are not the only people I see as cenobites. In fact, that's how I see many people who give me unsolicited advice or opinions about my emotional health or my disability.
P.S. In my content, I am not asking for advice or opinions unless I explicitly request them.
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