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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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
The Dangerous Myth of The Morning Person
I’m up before dawn most days. I don’t know if it’s because of the job - rural mail carrier - or the autism, the ADHD, or some rogue hormonal imbalance acting like a busted rooster. I don't even need my alarm anymore really.
By Danielle Katsouros5 months ago in Humor
Returning to My Multitudes
When I was a child, I lived in a universe inside my own head. It wasn’t daydreaming, not really. It was inhabiting. I could slip into stories, into fantasies, into whole constructed lives with ease. One day I was a magical princess, the next a singer, the next the President of the United States. I didn’t just imagine them - I was living them. Entire days would pass with me moving through these roles, narrating scenes, improvising dialogue, and watching the internal movie unfold.
By Danielle Katsouros5 months ago in Psyche
Not That Woman
I was always enamored by Mary Kay ladies and the women at church potlucks. They were always pressed and perfumed, powdered and primped- like Lucy & Desi’s neighbors had walked out of the screen. Even then, they were a bit old-fashioned. But that Doris Day, Barbie aesthetic was powerful. It was reinforced by the Girl Scout Den Mother, who smelled like Aqua Net and Pine-Sol. The tidiest, prettiest ladies were the most listened to. They could walk for days in high heels and A-line skirts, then wash dishes in frilly aprons without breaking stride.
By Danielle Katsouros5 months ago in Chapters
