caring shouldn’t just happen in isolated, private bubbles; it should be a collective responsibility. In a caring society, people support each other with mutual trust that everyone will do their part when they can. Tronto argues that we need to think of democracy itself as a system for distributing caring responsibilities fairly

Dick Gariepy | Big Thinky Ouchey I aim to highlight that the presence of accessibility services and emergency funds from the registrar's...

Yes, I am fragile. I have been forced to survive things that should have broke me, but didn't. It would be concerning if I were not worse for wear after surviving what I have. My fragility is not a result of weakness, but rather evidence of my resolve to survive that which I had no right surviving.

When the pain is intense enough, you cease to be someone in the world. You become a body against the world. The bench beneath you becomes strange. The air seems distant. Language cracks under the pressure. Even your name starts to feel like someone else’s.

“Safe” is supposed to be a sanctuary word, something that tells one ‘you can relax’ ‘no harm will come if you let your guard down’. But in practice, it has been stripped down to a forensic utility: are you still breathing? Yes? Then you are safe.

When power crosses your threshold without consent, it isn't just the door that breaks — it's the illusion that you were ever meant to be safe inside

Imagine wielding institutional power like a hammer, only to show up later pretending you’ve never seen a nail in your life.