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SUNDAY

SENTIMENTS/

#thoughtfeelings

 

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SUNDAY SENTIMENTS/// is a weekly gesture of rebellion, an offering, a disruption to the present. It is a site to develop a practice to share/exchange radically vulnerable thoughtfeelings and build communal knowledge from it. We believe in the invaluable potential of what we know that is still raw, unpolished, a draft, in the particular search of strategies to inhabit our disabled bodymindspirits with wisdom and kindness.

 

This is an invitation to open genuine conversations about what we–as disabled queer/trans people–long, need, and dream. It is an alternative reality when/where we can create radically vulnerable collaborative knowledge and foster communal intimacy through fragmented memories, flashbacks, presentiments, and ecstatic raptures . 

 

thoughtfeelings

 

the pain is in my spirit/ or the impossibility of finding a home for my chronic pain

By Sav Schlauderaff

Chronic pain doesn’t exist neatly within the body or the mind.

The pain I feel is energetic, it is a pain with no set home in or of my body.

To have pain and illness in your nerves feels like a constant magic trick.

That the day I make my appointment because of the searing pain in my face, has migrated to my wrists, my hands, my thighs, my chest the next.

I can maybe appreciate the mischievous and unpredictable nature/

that finding the humor in my pain has been the only way to survive.

My silly bones that can’t stay in place, my silly heart short circuiting, my silly face relaying pain signals out of the blue.

I feel like I am chasing the ephemera of a reaction/

wisps of smoke in the air.

I am at a constant lack of words, and yet also drowning in the over-abundance of them.

aching, throbbing, stabbing, radiating, pulsating, constricting, pinching, burning.

A symphony of ways for my spirit to say I am hurting, please listen.

The only way I can explain this pain without a locus, without a home, is by understanding it in connection to my trauma.

But my holistic bodymindspirit trauma/

my spirit is crying, is screaming, is causing a ruckus in this vessel called my body.

have you too felt that deep pain?

that weighted pain

the pain that demands to be attended to

is this why my heart got sick? and my brain?

is this the reason for my aching joints? is my trauma too much to bear?

pain is energy, is a shapeshifter, is cyclical

so many ways to name it so can it be captured?


This lack of distinct origin makes my felt-pain invisible to medical professionals. I say felt-pain, because often what I am told is that it is in fact imagined-pain. As if pain can be unreal. As if it was “just in my mind” that it couldn’t harm me. This real/unreal binary is clearly mapped onto the body/mind binary-- one that is starting to fold. However, if my chronic pain is both real/unreal and also of my body/mind it is also then falling into the open wound of the /

The shock of the / a slash on the page, a long line of black ink.

I see it mirrored in the scars on my arms, my ankles, my thighs.

How can we learn to inhabit the space of the / much like inhabiting the - or the (), or the fondness many have found in the ;  

The utilization of the emotion we place onto these symbols in many ways is unpronounceable although they do have names. I often find myself excessively using //////// as I feel it gives me a space to process my thoughtfeelings, but also a way to express my groans and grunts and ughs and ahhhs. Or the favorite sound that gets pointed out by my friends of the mmmmmm?

These sounds are moreso vibrations I feel rather than hear or say, because my chronic pain all too often disallows me to talk as my jaw tightens, becomes heavy, my face too swollen.

The vibrations, like my pain, like the / of my writing are not easily communicable. Perhaps even untranslatable, untreatable, undiagnosable, unassimilable.


Chronic pain is not treated like physical health.

It is a question mark, a pause, a skeptical look from your medical provider, an impatient sigh from your friends and family, a searching look from strangers when you say disabled.

That they too are trying to locate the pain on my body.

They are trying to determine which side of the binary to place me on. All too often they take a look at my chart, which is much more populated with histories of mental illness and disabilities than physical ones / and oh don’t I look so strong, and I was so physically active, and the numbers attached to my body say that I am very “healthy.”

And it becomes a game of chance that they will be able to capture my moments of quantifiable “unhealthiness” or “illness” during my visit. Then suddenly the energy in the room changes, I am moved over to the “body” side to treat a singular symptom.

Do any of use know the cause yet?

Is there one? Or many?

How I wish I could transfer the energy of my pain to you.

Would it be “real” enough then?

Would it be quantifiable?

All this pain-energy is draining and I am so tired.

I will make my way back to / ////////

Give me timespace to rest.

And then we repeat.

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