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Ella. 24. Australian. She. Likes and posts theatre, languages, landscapes and art. Fond of drawing, singing and writing. Talks about theatre and reblogs photos, art, history, analysis, feminism and pretty pictures. 

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Rómeó és Júlia | Mozart! | Valahol Európában - Dolhai Attila + Szinetár Dóra

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andy bieber singing the mozart score is absolute heaven thanks for coming to my talk

Barbara Obermeier is also ♥

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For Chronically Ill People, Masking Pain Is a Form of Protection

There’s an acute and near-indescribable vulnerability that comes with admitting to being in pain in real time.

There’s an acute and near-indescribable vulnerability that comes with admitting to being in pain in real time. I know this conundrum intimately, and with the exception of a handful of occasions—when I’ve been in pain while at school, at work, or out with friends—nobody knows; the mere thought of someone seeing me scared and in need of help elicits a debilitating fear. Outside of my immediate family, I have never cried in front of another person about my pain, even when I needed to. Aside from my mom and dad and sister, I have never told someone how badly I’m suffering at the moment when the pain sets in, or how scared I am. I sit down, sweat, and fight lightheadedness; I press my cold hand to the back of my neck and take my jacket off. I nod along to whomever is talking to me, even though I really can’t hear anything they’re saying; I can feel my eyes glaze over and it’s as if I’m watching them through a glass pane.

After my endometriosis diagnosis, I would sometimes stay home simply because I was afraid my pain would escalate in the presence of others and I would have no choice but to ask for help. It was not the pain I was scared of—by then, pain was a constant in my life. I was afraid of someone else seeing me in pain. I don’t invest in the notion that being vulnerable is a form of weakness; in fact, I often wish I had the courage to speak up for myself in real time, to unburden myself and allow someone to help me carry the weight of this trauma. But suffering is intimate—the sight of it, the expression of it, the admission of it, the sharing of it. Privacy is a hot commodity in a body that demands attention. Doctors unashamedly ask us if deep penetration hurts. We spread our legs on exam tables and worry about our doctors thinking our landing strip is slutty. We’re incessantly asked about our periods, our sex lives, the possibly possibility of being pregnant, and whether we used protection the last time someone was inside us.

And so keeping those moments of pain secret was a simple indulgence in human nature. I desperately wanted a space of my own, to not have my most intimate experiences strewn out for others to see. I was making up for the exposure I had no say in, and protecting the parts of me that felt delicate and combustible. When you’re chronically ill, there’s an inner narrative that repeats on a loop: You are hard to love. You are operating at a deficit, so you don’t have much to offer to the people you love; it’s easy to overcompensate, to perform or to hide, even if it comes at the expense of your health. But the less-understood reality is that it takes monumental strength and acute vulnerability to allow someone to see you suffer, to experience your pain, and to allow them to watch you struggling—not through an online essay or a social-media post, but in front of their eyes.

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Ich gehör nur mir - Roberta Valentini and Maya Hakvoort 09-21-2019, Shanghai, China, Sylvester Leavy & his friends gala concert, matinée my master. Please do not repost or link out of Tumblr.

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HADESTOWN, BROADWAY, Apr 25th 2019

Reeve Carney as Orpheus; Eva Noblezada as Eurydice; Amber Gray as Persephone; Patrick Page as Hades; André de Shields as Hermes; Jewelle Blackman, Yvette Gonzales-Nacer, Kay Trinidad as the Fates; Afra Hines, Timothy Hughes, John Krause, Kimberly Marable, Ahmad Simmons as Workers Chorus.

Liam Robinson as Conductor/on piano/accordion; Dana Lyn on violin; Marika Hughes on cello; Michael Chorney on guitar; Brian Drye on trombone/glockenspiel; Robinson Morse on double bass; Ben Perowsky on the drums/percussion.

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