A fear I cannot speak

Do not read this if you are scared of medical stuff

Hello, happy Tuesday,

To be honest, it’s not a particularly jolly week at The View From Down Here HQ. Anxiety has reared its head, having been remarkably dormant for quite some time, and my ability to sleep has gone AWOL. If you find it somewhere, please return.

I am anxious because next week I am (finally) having my teeth removed. Early subscribers will remember the saga of finding a dentist who is not an ableist arse, but I think we are just about there. Still, the anxiety is real.

Credit: Upsplash

The problem is that I genuinely, whole-heartedly, absolutely, fully believe that any doctor/dentist/other medical professional is one slip away from killing me. I am aware this is irrational, but it’s not entirely crazy either. Because like so many disabled people, medical trauma lies within my bones.