To write or not to write…?

October 15, 2025

I was recently diagnosed with CPTSD, and while it’s not a surprise, I’m still adjusting to this new way of thinking about my mental and physical health. At the same time, I have been writing a book, and it touches on many (all?) of the experiences that led to my CPTSD.

This is my fourth book. The first got as far as a finished first draft, but never published. The second was published. The third was scrapped after about 12,000 words. And this current one, well, I’m not sure if I should continue it. I’m writing about the rotten things people have said and/or done to me related to my chronic illnesses. I’m using it as an opportunity to call out the bad behavior, offer examples of what to do better, and offer reassurance to folks with chronic illness that they’re aren’t alone in dealing with this crap. It’s a decent book so far, though I have a long way to go (it’s only 13k words so far) and the first draft is very rough.

Writing about these incidents has been eye-opening. Suddenly I am remembering both long-buried details and entire experiences. Seeing everything in one place is making me realize just how bad my past experiences have been. Sure, I knew that a few of them were particularly horrible, but seeing them all on the page, it’s impossible to ignore that the “death by a thousand cuts” that led to my CPTSD was building up for ages.

In many ways, writing this book is healing. I’m getting to explore my past, and talk about how I would rewrite it if i could. But it’s also difficult, painful, and at times triggering. I’m being careful not to write about the more difficult parts on my worse days, but it’s still tough.

Beyond that, I realize that if I publish this book, I will need to read these stories countless times. I will need to reread the book throughout the various stages of editing. Once it’s published, I will need to read sections out loud at events, though at least I can choose which of those to read. When people ask questions, I will need to reread parts to remind myself of what I wrote. This rereading will probably be useful in distancing myself from the events, but it could also be painful.

I continue to waver. Some days I feel like it would be healthy to finish this book, whether I ever publish it or not. Other days, I want to hide away from it all. I’m sure that I will be having many conversations with my therapist about this. In the meantime, it’s on my mind and in my heart.


Wondering how to date in the Covid era

May 21, 2025

I’m dipping my toe back into the dating waters for the first time in a while. And I’m overwhelmed with trying to navigate this new reality.

When covid* first began, a lot of people did online dates, but those didn’t feel real enough for me. I now wish I’d done it! Eventually it felt safe to be outside with people, so I went on some dates that way. I had a bunch of first dates, and then there was one guy who seemed great, and we went on a couple of outside dates. But things fizzled because he was doing indoor athletics without a mask, so I didn’t feel comfortable being indoors with him and, let’s face it, a relationship can only get so far if you’re never going to feel comfortable being indoors and maskless with someone, and/or kissing them.

Then 2023 came along, and with it, a lot of added fatigue. Dating was out of the question. Just getting by day-to-day was all I could manage. It took a year and a half to feel somewhat better. I’m still struggling with added fatigue, but at least things aren’t as bad as they had been before. So, after a lot of procrastinating over the past several months, I finally set up an online dating profile yesterday.

Now the question is, how do I navigate covid-related risks? I don’t think I need to mention my concerns in my profile, or even in an initial chat – I can suggest a walk for a first date. Honestly, I can’t do coffee dates well anyway, since I worry about gluten in most coffee shops. But then I need to find a way to bring up my concerns. As it is, for many years I’ve had to find a way to mention on first or second dates that I can’t kiss anyone who has been eating or drinking gluten. That’s already sort of awkward, but at least it’s straightforward: if you’ve been eating or drinking gluten, or wearing lipstick or lip balm, then I won’t kiss you. But covid risk is much less direct. Everyone has some risk, including me.

Most people aren’t wearing masks indoors anymore. Should I only limit myself to dating people who mask? Probably. But talk about a small dating pool! Or what if someone doesn’t mask indoors much, but they work from home and don’t have kids and don’t go to big events? Or what if someone masks at home but they have kids who don’t mask at school? The possibilities are endless, and I’m not sure how to navigate them in a way that’s reasonable for myself. And if I don’t know what’s reasonable for myself, then I can’t possibly communicate my needs to someone else. Which makes me feel like I shouldn’t be dating.

I know that figuring things out as I go is probably reasonable in this situation, but it feels unfair to myself and to the other person (whoever that may eventually be.) Sometimes I just want to give up altogether, to stop masking, to stop trying to avoid it. But then, I think about the many people I know with long covid, and I think that I’m better off trying to avoid that.

In the past five years I have managed to not get covid even once. I’m sure that has been good for my physical health, but what about the toll on my mental health? What about the missed parties, the missed outings, the stress, the worry? Has it been worth it? Probably, but maybe it isn’t any more? How much longer can I live like this? I’ve gotten to the point where it’s fairly manageable most of the time, but dating throws a wrench in the works and I just don’t know how to handle it.

If you’ve dated in the covid era, how have you managed it? I’d love some advice!

*I made the decision not to capitalize COVID throughout this post. This is both because it’s easier to type it lower case, and also (mostly) because I find it jarring to read it capitalized in articles and didn’t want that to be a distraction.


The past 18 days….

February 8, 2025

It’s been a time, hasn’t it? Even my friends in other countries are starting every conversation by talking about the current political situation in the U.S. I’ll warn you now, if you’re here for some magic solution to what’s happening, I don’t have it. I wish I did.

I’m watching my trans and nonbinary friends suffering. My fellow Jews are thinking about how they’ll leave the country if it comes to that. And I feel trapped.

If I need to leave the country, I have few options. Some countries might take me as an asylum-seeker if it comes to that. Since I can’t work full time, few countries would accept me under other circumstances. I could go to Israel, but the politics isn’t so great there and it’s a very country to live in. And I need to consider that I live alone. While friends talk about leaving with spouses and kids, I’d be alone. I need help to deal with my health issues. And what about access doctors and medicine?

Then I think about those same issues here at home. The Republican administration is making very clear threats against Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid. If you’re not in the U.S., then simply put, Social Security provides payments to the elderly and disabled. Medicare is federal health insurance for the elderly and disabled while Medicaid is state health insurance for the poor. (It’s more complicated that this, but you get the idea.) I’m very fortunate. I could manage for a while without Social Security payments. But without Medicare and Medicaid, I’m screwed.

There are ripple effects, too. My physical therapist does something that no one else in the area does anymore. I’m already wondering what I’ll do when she retires, since she’s nearing that age. If Medicare disappears, most of her patients won’t be able to pay her, and she’ll need to close down her practice. How many other medical practices will be decimated?

Then I think about my many medications. Some help me function better. Some keep me alive. What happens if there are supply chain issues? Even if different versions are available, I may not be able to take them. Right now I have to compound all of my medications because they either aren’t available in a non-compounded form, or because the “regular” versions contain gluten and/or corn, both of which I must avoid completely. I already pay out of pocket for all of my medications. I guess if you want to find a silver lining, then losing Medicare and Medicaid wouldn’t change that, and I’ve already budgeted for it…. but that’s really grasping for a bright side. And of course, again, that’s only if the medications I need are still available.

Every time I make a medical appointment now, I wonder if I’ll be able to keep it, or if my insurance coverage will be gone by then. I can’t stockpile medications, but I would if I could. I can’t front load medical appointments. Insurance only covers them every so often (for example, I can’t see the eye doctor before August if I want it to be covered) and of course, I can’t predict when new issues will arise. Maybe later this year I’ll have an accident, develop a new symptom, or need to change a medication’s dosage. Who knows?

So, like every one, the best I can do right now is make sure my passport is up-to-date (thankfully it is!) and take it day by day. I’ll prepare where I can, while knowing it won’t make much difference in the long run.

But I’ll do one more thing: protect my mental health the best that I can. I talk to friends and family about all of this when they bring it up, but I don’t bring it up. And I try to keep those conversations short. I already had a timer on my phone’s news app. I used to have that because I spent too much time on it and it was a distraction. The other day I reduced the time limit even more because I realized that even 25 minutes was too much news. It was all repeating, and nothing about it was good. I needed a break. (If you want to do the same for your news aggregator or any other app, you can do it on Android and iPhone. There are also various browser extensions to limit your time on various websites, but you’ll have to look those up yourself.) I’m playing with my pup, enjoying hobbies, and trying to spend non-political time with friends. Distraction and compartmentalization are so key.

I think it’s important to stay informed. I’m actually a bit wary of anyone who isn’t paying any attention to what’s happening. But living in the thick of it all the time isn’t healthy either, especially for someone who deals with anxiety. I’d like to volunteer with a group that’s doing something about this, but I don’t feel up to it right now, and I need to prioritize my own well-being at the moment. Have a year and a half of extra-bad fatigue, I’m slowly starting to feel better. I’ve joined a monthly book group and a weekly knitting & crochet group. But I still don’t feel that I have the energy to date, and while I have a goal of walking every day without the dog (because he’s very slow and sometimes refuses to leave the area around our building), I’ve only managed to do that a couple of times so far this year. I’m improving, but I still have a long way to go. Volunteering would be great – I’d feel like I was actually doing something useful – but it’s beyond me right now, and I’m trying to be ok with that.

Obviously this is all just the tip of the iceberg. I’m not writing today about the inevitable rise in grocery prices, what happens when nonprofits serving disabled folks are shut down, or the myriad other issues we’re facing. After all, there’s only so much any of us can think about in a given day.

What about you? Are you feeling affected already? Are you worried about how you’ll be affected in the future? How are you handling it all? I wish you all the best, and hope you’re managing as well as possible!


How screwed will I be?

November 23, 2024

It’s practically impossible to be unaware of the recent election here in the U.S. While technically I knew it could go this way, I still wasn’t prepared. I woke up to find messages of fear and condolence from friends in later time zones. And then I read the news.

This will have an impact on everyone, though obviously some more than others. Folks in other countries will likely be impacted. Non-citizens in the U.S. will be impacted. People of color will be impacted. And then there are people like me.

I look like your average white, middle-aged woman living in a suburb. Sure, this will impact everyone, but you’d think I’d be impacted less than most if you just glanced at me. But the thing is, while I’m a middle-aged woman, I’m also disabled, relying on social security, Medicare, and section 8 housing. I’m Jewish. I’m queer. Am I screwed?

This is such a strange situation. I can see myriad ways my life could change in the coming year (or two or three or more) but I can’t see a way to prepare or prevent the fallout. There are no alternatives for the benefits that might be taken away. It’s too late for political organizing. I live in one of the better states to be in right now, and I’m grateful for that, but it will only take me so far.

In theory I should schedule my medical appointments asap while I have insurance coverage, but that’s not realistic. Some are checkups and can’t happen sooner. Many are scheduled as-needed, when something goes wrong. My medications aren’t covered by insurance anyway, so stockpiling won’t help. All I can do is wait and see… and hope.

I’m scared for myself. I’m scared for my friends. I’m scared for acquaintances. Who will survive this, and how? Will my friends lose their marriage rights? Will immigrant citizen friends lose their citizenship and be deported? Will friends because sicker or even die if they lose access to necessary healthcare? Will friends become homeless if they lose their section 8 benefits?

I hope everyone makes it through this ok. Mostly, I have been compartmentalizing. I distract myself whenever I begin to worry about this because, like I said, there’s nothing I can do to prepare for it. I want to believe we’ll all make it through ok, but I don’t know. The one thing I know is that I can only take it one day at a time. So that’s my plan. One day at a time.

I wish all of you the best of luck. Whatever your situation, I hope you’re able to manage through the upcoming changes. Hugs to you all!