Policies

I do not tolerate comments that disrespect the inherent worth of all people. To that end, those who post racist, homophobic, transphobic, misogynistic, fatphobic, antisemitic, xenophobic, or classist garbage will be blocked. (Not an exhaustive list!)

I am not a mental health professional. My writing on mental health is my experience with myself, my relationships, and the U.S. healthcare system and is not to be taken as medical advice. Lessons from the Couch contains essays based on what I have learned for myself. It is meant for entertainment purposes only. If you identify with my words, I’d love to hear from you in the chat, but also, please talk to a mental health professional.

If you don’t have a mental health professional, please check out the “Resources” tab for specific tips and tricks I’ve discovered for finding a provider.

I acknowledge that my experiences are not universal. That in many ways, they are from a privileged perspective as a white cis straight-passing woman in a heterosexual marriage with access to medical insurance and who would be assumed to be middle class. Even my disabilities are invisible, for now. I can’t possibly cover every angle of every topic I talk about, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to try. If my experience doesn’t resonate with you or interest you, please find other creators and engage with their work. There are so many doing wonderful things.

My writing is not for everyone, and that is okay. I was born and raised in the Midwest, and I consider myself a plain speaker. I’ve been out of the Midwest for almost 20 years, but it still appears in my writing style.

I will make mistakes. It’s inevitable, and I’ve seen how quickly the Internet jumps on those writers who encounter that inevitability. I’ve also learned through experience that no matter how clear a communicator you think you are, there are people who willfully misinterpret you.

If you see a way my writing could be more accessible or more informed by intersectional experiences, please send me a message. Disability advocacy is admittedly a weak point for me, and, like so many able-bodied people, I didn’t understand how inaccessible our society is or how few care until it happened to me. With apologies, I ask for your grace and education in this area. There are so many things I care about and so little time. And finally…

A pledge to you: Written content is 100% generated by my brain, not AI.

Thank you!