Bubbles, Part 1
This is the first comic I ever drew trying to represent my disability. I had the comic in my head and was trying to figure out how to draw the wheelchair with me and my atrophied limbs in it, and it was all so gross and awful I just drew a squiggle instead because that's often how I think of my body, as a ruined figure. Whenever I find myself at a new social environment - new school, party or whatever - I am overcome by a lot of anxiety regarding how well I'll be able to fit
Euphoria Doesn't Go Well With Wheels
There I was again in a new class, full of hope of getting to know the people who share the same academic interests as me, and maybe make a long lasting bond with people I can connect to. I can't even begin to count how many times this sequence happened in all my college years, usually it goes on for several weeks in every new class, and interestingly enough, I never seem to learn and get less excited, every time it's the same 1 minute high, every time the same long lasting lo
