Free five 5 hour disabled Access coursework for California Architect continuing education
Posted: June 1, 2015 Filed under: Blog Leave a commentBecause learning how to help disabled people should be free.
Free Architect five hours of disable access course work
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Are there really FREE disabled access courses out there? Yes. Please read on!
First, if you are debating whether or not you should pay for this, visit this site for the least expensive pay site that I have found anywhere. Currently this site appears to cost $10 ten dollars less that others online.
Continuing on, here below is why I started this blog and the links to Free courses for your use:
Ever since it became a necessary for California Architects to have five hours of disabled access coursework in continuing education, I had wanted to find out if there is really free classes available for us to take. Looking at the renewal application, It looks like we have to take 5 hours of course work related to ADA, in other words disabled access. Looking around the internet, even though there are a…
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Chain Reaction: Genetics, Body Image and Body Dysphoria
Posted: May 27, 2014 Filed under: Genderqueer, Memoir, Self-discovery, transgender, transsexual | Tags: body, body dysmorphic disorder, Body Dysphoria, body image, chain reaction, chronic depression, depression, gender, gender identity disorder, genetic predisposition, Genetics, GID, self image, self-esteem, trans, transgender, transsexual, transsexualism Leave a commentBody Image and Dysphoria: I hate my body. Why are my mind and genetics at odds?
I quit letting Mary Jane dominate my life about a month ago. As a result, I am not able to disassociate as easily from the pain of having this body. Look at myself in mirror is painful. having the wrong genitalia is making me wonder if I will ever be comfortable enough in my body to have sex again. I know I will need many surgeries. Will I be ever able to afford the medical care I so desperately need?
I went on a hike this weekend with a local group of lesbians. I had a really good time, as I often do with friends who allow me to live in the relationship, but when pictures of me started to be posted online I was just reminded of how masculine my features are. People tell me I have a great smile. Wonderful. I wish I could feel the same way. It’s hard sometimes to not feel like I went from being a beautiful man to being an average woman.
I have always had a heavy build even as a baby. I have a rather nordic build, am six feet and two and a stout hundred kilos. This causes me to envy other transwomen I meet whose skeleton does not immediately out them. Although I have met other xx women my height, they usually have a much more delicate bone structure. And I always feel a kinship with them, knowing haw we both cannot find clothes off the rack easily. I come from tall people. On my maternal grandmother’s side they are five foot ten women and six foot six men. I suppose my massive bones have been a benefit when I’ve been hit by cars, perhaps pain in life comes from many vectors, and this scar on my soul is what has impacted me.
I feel like my size often outs me. If I speak on the phone people cannot see how large I am, so they often misgender me and I have to correct them. It’s annoying, but feels like a minor point compared having doubts I will never be able to enjoy sex completely and without reservation.
I also realize that looking at my childhood my chronic depression has been lifelong. It never really hit me until the trifecta of my mother’s cancer, my parents breakup, and her death hit me at ages 9-12. It feels like a genetic predisposition, which, considering my paternal grandmother killed herself a couple of years before I was born it is quite likely.
Compared to other genetic dis-eases mine would perhaps seem trivial to most. I wish I could feel the same way. That I am still generally able bodied has probably increased my internalized guilt, shame, and transphobia for being who I am. I hope that through this process of writing perhaps I can better understand myself, and the cosmos I experience.
long black tears
Posted: December 10, 2012 Filed under: Blog, Genderqueer, Journal, Self-discovery | Tags: alone, belonging, family, friendship, heartbreak, heartbroken, journal, love, passion, suicide Leave a commentmonday is a day of long black tears
with heart torn and heavily bruised.
where i wonder again why didn’t i kill myself
so long ago, before i had met you.
only the simple joy of folding laundry
can save my life now.
why can’t i say goodbye to those
who go away, without remorse?
as a preteen i lost my mother
i should have just ended it all
way back then. for now i still have
the monumental pain of losing you.
moonday morning, bleak white sky
of winter. i only need to find
my direction again. a reason
to live again. without you in my life.
for now i am at a loss
with no reason to get up in the morning
and little hope of finding work.
and i wonder what i am to do with myself.
for what is my true reason for living?
how can i pull myself together and
find a way to make a new life?
it seems now all i can do is paint and sigh.
why? did i have to pin my heart on you.
no one should ever hang their reason for living
on the life and love of a lover, and yet
that is exactly what i made the mistake of doing.
i must refocus my heart to
the broadest face of humanity.
and live for strangers as well as
dear lovers and ancestors.
yet i will still long always
for the warmth of your
soft touch, and your sweat singing
salty on my skin in the night.
Mourning on Moonday
Posted: August 27, 2012 Filed under: Journal, Self-discovery | Tags: depression, divorce, home lost, looking for a way out, love lost, mourning, pain, self lost, suicide Leave a commentSome days I wonder why I am alive, it seems like it would be more sensible to kill myself and end all this pain.
My life maybe considered easy by some, but for me it has been so difficult and filled with suffering. Although I have a plan I don’t see how it will solve my fundamental problems in life.
I just want a real solution.
Learning to love myself
Posted: October 28, 2011 Filed under: Journal, Self-discovery | Tags: identity, queer, self image, self love, self worth, self-esteem, transgender, transsexual 1 CommentI tend to be hyper-critical of myself. This applies to what I work on and who I am.
Since I don’t really fit in to any conventional boxes, sometimes my differences from society at large puts a large strain on my psyche, as it often does for people. I don’t fit in, therefor subconsciously I am not as worthy a person as average folks.
In order to get past this I have to make great efforts to value my unique qualities and love myself. Having a severe dislike for the sex I was born into makes it all the more difficult to love myself.
So I find the best way to do this is to meditate. Focus on my dreams, remember all that I have accomplished. Remind my self that I am loved and am worth loving. Monitor my internal dialogue and force myself out of thinking habits which perpetuate misery.
I am learning to love myself. I have to remember to practice everyday. One can accomplish so much in life purely by believing that one has the capability. Belief is the most powerful magic.
Reblogged from: http://valentinelovecraft.com/weblog/2011/10/28/learning-to-love-myself/
The tyranny of “Passing”
Posted: September 12, 2011 Filed under: Genderqueer, Philosophy, Review | Tags: androgyne, androgynous, androgyny, beauty, book review, gender, gender politics, gender studies, genderqueer, identity politics, queer, queer studies, trans, transgender, transsexual 1 CommentI was given some excellent advice by an older transwoman when I told her I was trying to pass, having just gone to living 24-7 as a woman a few months earlier. “Don’t” she said. “By trying to pass you only make yourself more nervous and will be more likely read by anyone you meet.
Now here at transadvocate.com is an excellent article on the perils of passing, and the difficult history of the term. I can also recommend the book “Nobody Passes“, an anthology of genderqueer perspectives.
Bitter Knowledge of Morning
Posted: September 12, 2011 Filed under: Journal | Tags: again, body, confessions of a ladyboy, diary, gender, hangover, pain of being, queer, queer studies, rude awakening, trans, transgender, transsexual, transsexual desires, trouble in the flesh, wake up Leave a commentToday I woke up to discover that I still have the growth between my legs. I think some part of my psyche is still shocked to discover the scrotum and penis there every morning, a useless stranger that just won’t go away. My genitals are so useless to me now. I struggle to think of some way that I can get surgery to correct the problem. I still don’t have the money. How can I get insurance that will cover it? I still don’t know. It depresses me, piles my body dread ever higher. Except for down there, everything else feels like it is where it should be physically.
I think part of me must still want to have kids, because every time a woman I know says she wants to get pregnant soon I have to bite my tongue to not offer my services as a sperm donor. I doubt I would have the patience to stop taking estrogen long enough to ressurect sperm production. I am too happy with the results to want to go back to hairy muscular stinky body of manhood. Even if I did, I have my doubts that my sperm production would even be adequate, never having gotten anyone pregnant in the past sleeping with women.
So now I must spend my day searching for employment so that I can continue to try to save for surgery. I don’t know if or when the day will ever come. In the meantime I will try to ignore the shame between my legs until it is time to wake again.
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