Danielle Katsouros
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I’m building a trauma-informed emotional AI that actually gives a damn and writing up the receipts of a life built without instructions for my AuDHD. ❤️ Help me create it (without burning out): https://bit.ly/BettyFund
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Why "Find Your Passion" Became Cruel Advice
“Find your passion” used to sound like freedom. It implied that work could be meaningful. That life could feel aligned. That if you paid attention to what lit you up, you’d eventually build something that didn’t drain you.
By Danielle Katsouros6 days ago in Humans
What Barbie and TV Taught Me About My Body
Barbie’s waist was about the circumference of a quarter. That was my first body lesson. I did not even think about how my body looked until third grade, when someone made a comment about my stirrup leggings. It was not shouted. It was not cruel in a dramatic way. It was casual. Thoughtless. The kind of comment that lands because it was never meant to. In that instant, I went from being a kid to being a body. And in my head, I have felt fat ever since.
By Danielle Katsourosabout a month ago in Confessions
The Toothbrush Test
For six months after we realized I was autistic, I still wasn’t sure. I argued with myself about it. I kept wondering if I was just good at reading about things and seeing myself in them. If I was pattern-matching my way into an identity. If I was so desperate for understanding that I was convincing myself instead of discovering something true.
By Danielle Katsouros2 months ago in Humans
Sixteen Years of Blood and Silence. Content Warning.
Trigger Warning: graphic descriptions of menstrual and medical experiences. I still remember the Virginia Beach trip. It was supposed to be a working vacation; a month at the beach, relaxation with friends, and building a podcast network from the ground up. Instead, I got to add days trapped inside, shuffling from the bed to the bathroom every fifteen minutes. At one point I stood in the shower for an hour, just watching as red fluid and tissue slid down my legs, only slightly slower than the water running over my body. I wondered if this was what Carrie felt like in the Stephen King novel. I wondered if I would die.
By Danielle Katsouros5 months ago in Humans
