Cassie Q

Just a typical day in University, where a nice young man offers me help in getting out of the classroom, since I'm not rich enough to afford a motor. He then decides it's okay to criticize the metalic extension of my own body, because of course he has no clue of the kind of effort it takes to maintain a wheelchair as well as adapting it when new pains and new needs arrive, combining the work of occupational therapists, metalsmiths and others. Of course he has no clue, he's ju

And sometimes it can feel a little surreal to use all the money you have supporting a woman child. If you add the "because otherwise you could die", it makes a lot more logical sense but man... it's still odd. You'd have to see it to get it. [ IMAGE DESCRIPTION: 1 horizontal panel, titled "Caretaker #3". At the right side of the page, a woman is sitting on the floor, wearing a short dress, flats and a blue bow with white dots on her hair. She's turned back, and is playing wit

I think I drew this last year, when I was trying to see if I could get artistic about the experience of pain. If I remember correctly, I was in a lot of pain that day (so excuse the ocasional composition flaws), and keeping myself busy and inspired tends to distract me from the feeling of imaginary thorns constantly piercing into my skin. This is a typical day of college for me, so it's a good thing I really like watching class. I think this right here is why I want to actual

My start into the adventures of dating happened later than I care to admit in a page with these many strangers, but suffice to say, it was late. The reason for that is that I didn't quite know how to be a woman with a disability, as I was only ever taught how to be a genderless sexless creature. And maybe in the future I'll offer more details on just how bumpy that change was, but the point today is that change happened, regardless of how confusing it was, I finally found my

Sorry I've been late so much, Saturdays have been so busy! So continuing with the caretaker series today, to show that it's not always awful. It can be an incredibly humanizing experience for both people, but finding someone who takes pleasure in simply giving care, as opposed to taking pleasure in ownership of another person, is proving to be a real test of luck. I dedicate this to the brilliant caretaker I once had, who I had to leave in order to pursuit my sunshine elsewhe