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It’s a difficult one. To disclose or not to disclose? There are plenty of articles around about the issue of whether to tell your employer that you have a mental illness. I came across a recent one and it got me thinking. I disclosed in the past but would I do it again?
The article, Deciding Whether to Disclose Mental Disorders to the Boss by Alina Tugend (for The New York Times) got me thinking. Has my mind changed?
You see, in 2009 I chose to tell my prospective employer that I had a mental illness. Continue reading
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TRIGGER WARNING: Discussion of issues related to Eating Disorder recovery. No numbers involved.
Also, there is a rather nasty animal welfare story mentioned in the first two paragraphs.
I read an horrendous story the other day about a giraffe tragically killed in South Africa recently as it was being transported on a busy highway. The giraffe was decapitated when the truck it was being transported by drove under an over-bridge. The giraffe was blindfolded (it makes me wonder if the driver was too), and I think that is standard practise for transporting these animals, to keep them calm (personally blindfolding me will not keep me calm).
If I never had to eat again, I’m sure that my life would be simpler and without quite so many struggles for my mental health. Take an addiction of another kind. I was addicted to alcohol and have the choice of whether or not I will drink now that I am in recovery. For a drug addict they can (and hopefully will) choose to not touch drugs again. But when you’re addicted to issues of food and weight, regardless of your means of recovery you have to keep pumping 2,000 odd calories into your body each day. Continue reading
I’ve been wondering recently (as always) why I am the way I am.
I’ve been trying to come up with an explanation.
It feels like I can’t help these ways. I think the way I think because of all that I am, and all that has happened. I feel like I use it as an excuse, but am I allowed to feel that way? Continue reading
Dum, dum de dum.
Where do I start?
Hello, my name is Hello Sailor, but you can call me Sailor.
I was shocked to be asked to join Canvas, but that doesn’t seem like a good starting point. Continue reading
A Canvas Of The Minds 