The ridiculously flawed science used to backup the #heartbeatbill makes me so furious. The suggestion that a detectable foetal heart bill means we are killing tiny baby with a tiny heart is totally false. At 6 weeks there are cardiac cells spontaneously beating as they do in a Petri dish. They don’t resemble a formed organ yet. I’m sick of #pseudoscience being used to oppress people.
I doodled this in my teens in a state of panic and I wanted to share it because working on strategies to manage my panic has been a difficult work in progress ever since.
In my late teens I was assaulted on the tube and ever since I have battled with the automatic trapped-prey panic when any man stares at me too long on the London Underground. I’m pretty sure I’d like to make some art specific to that at some point but it’s still a little too raw to do so. So here is some art from a time when panic ruled me much more strongly.
I am out of spoons. A cold has triggered some of the more horrid bits of my disability. I’m weak and it’s hard to get up. This doodle is the extent of my capabilities in the current moment. I wanted to share a state that I usually hide from people.