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I’m starting a podcast
Meet me at the intersections of disability, migration and culture.
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2023
2023 was adjusting… to Aotearoa home to living on the other side of the world to my whole family to starting doctoral studies to not living in near-total isolation in my bedroom to considerably extending my previously long-Covid-restricted diet😋 to finding community among neighbours to realising that retrieving remnants of collective care from 2020 is…
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Moving back to Aotearoa New Zealand
I’m flying back to Aotearoa tomorrow after moving to Sweden to study followed by a 2.5-year unplanned detour to Norway. I want to leave some reflections here about this particular transition. But I’m struggling to find the words. How can I express the ways that the pandemic’s presence and being dislocated from home and having…
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Social Role Valorisation: What is it, and what’s the problem?
SRV perpetuates the devaluation of disabled people. Ingrid Jones explains why, and what you can do instead.
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2021
On a chronic illness level, 2021 was tricky for me. Long Covid has a real penchant for continuing to chuck new constellations of symptoms at many of its people, for which I am no exception, on schedules which despite my best efforts get only a little easier to predict over time. Finding a meaningful vocabulary…
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The human cost of inflexible work
Employers can learn from my exclusion.
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2020
The year that never ends has almost ended. Here are some reflections.
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Letter to my 17-Year-Old Self
You spend 2011 and 2012 being a sleep-deprived, miserable, anxious hermit. Here are some reckons on life eight years on.
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Covid-19 coronavirus: On recovery and listening
I think it’s likely I got a mild Covid-19 case in late March. I was exhausted with some fever and digestive symptoms and I know where it probably originated from. I was lucky that I had a friend who could go to the pharmacy for me, and that even when several of my close friends…
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Scandinavian Shift
April 2020 was a strange moment to move north of the Arctic circle. Almost all of my international friends who could were finding their way home, wherever that meant for them. I was no exception—at least if I classify a home location as “wherever my parents are”, which I am privileged to be able to…