Cheating: Symptom of A Bigger Problem…

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Actress Felicity Huffman is seen inside the Edward R. Roybal Federal Building and U.S. Courthouse in Los Angeles, on March 12, 2019. – Two Hollywood actresses including Felicity Huffman are among 50 people indicted in a nationwide university admissions scam. (DAVID MCNEW / AFP/Getty Images)

There’s a lot of talk right now about the cheating that is going on by the rich and famous to get their kids into colleges. A lot of talk about wealth and privilege over merit, etc.. There are a lot of people who think this exposure is good. There are some who are surprised by it. I’m not. As a friend said, “I’m not surprised by it at all – but I’m not surprised by police brutality against POC – it’s how exposed you are to these things, to the world and how much you’re paying attention, and even your bias.” Like people who are so knowledgeable and opinionated (for good reason) about R. Kelly and Michael Jackson – but turn a blind eye to Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis and Steven Tyler. White people are so… Anyway, if someone says to you that you have to “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” or “hard work is rewarded” you have my permission to kick them where it counts (in a fictional way, but really).

I wondered to my friend – why these people? Why now? We all are aware that most people in the upper echelons (or rather their kids – the ones that inherited the wealth and didn’t do anything for it) have been doing this forever. So why now? It’s great to expose this – but what will it do? What will the exposure do to remedy the imbalance of wealth over merit. Isn’t it a little too late ? Hasn’t the damage been done to society as a greater whole? As with cop brutality – the damage is done, the bad seeds are still in the system and it is the system. It’s like poison – is there still time to flush it out – or are we doomed? Is society as we know it so corrupt that those who are bent towards it will always get the upper hand?

Look at the world now. More corruption in plain sight than ever before. And “there’s not thing one you can do about it.” Are we sick enough to pay attention? If I think about the world as an organism, climate change, social injustice, cheating, scapegoating, gaslighting, imbalance of power and wealth, are all symptoms of one disease, extreme fear – which manifests itself mostly as greed. It is a cancer that festers in all of us. You can’t cut it out. We all have the capacity to fear. When we have nothing to lose, we have nothing to fear – but the wealthy have everything to lose and live according to some tenet of reap rewards now – because there is nothing afterward. A cancer grows in unstable ground – that which you thought was healthy, wasn’t. Spiritually speaking if you have no ego, there is nothing to protect – but egos are huge and blown way out of proportion right now. There is nothing else to grasp onto if there is nothing powerful to identify with (ruling class). Like in the French and Russian revolutions, if you have no power because the system has shifted, you’ve got nothing. This fear, this torment is what is driving society right now. But is it too late?

The system has to topple as it is (in Aikido, you use the strength and momentum of your opponent against them). But what will replace it? Humans live in fear constantly – really, and with that comes corruption. If one regime falls another one, different yet the same, will replace it. What’s scary about what’s happening in America and Canada, is that the (democratic) tenets, principles and constitutions are nothing against those who want power so much that they can corrupt completely.

So yes – the exposure is great because it educates those who think that we live in some wonderland, Oz, Disneyland. Spoiler alert: we don’t. When we catch ourselves being desirous, wanting, covetous, think about magnifying that. Multiply it by how many decimal places it would take to pretend you make the kind of money that the wealthy make. That is how much they have to lose more than you. Now think about catching yourself and stopping yourself from taking something from someone that isn’t yours, stealing, lying, cheating because there is something within you that knows that some things just aren’t for you. That there is a way to acquire things that doesn’t or won’t take advantage of someone whether a weakness, a blind spot, a disability, a societal label or position. Think of that and remove all pressures to believe any of this: That’s how much more they feel entitled to have and take what they want, when they want it.

However, one caveat – we are all like this to a certain degree. If you look at your own life, there is a hierarchy that you might be imposing on your own familial, sociopolitical circle that you are not aware of. Check it and be aware. If they’re doing it, you’re doing it too, to some degree. That’s why most people keep their heads in the sand. Don’t wanna know. Well, now you know.  In other words, check yourself. See where you contribute to the corruption – either by turning a blind eye, or by whether you are complicit in action bc you don’t think it can change. Keep looking and growing.

Love and peace!

Christine xo

Human Beings Are Complex: Societal Introjects Try to Impose Order Where There Is None…


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Human’s are complex.

The energies that make up a human psyche are as vast as the synapse that make up something like gender – it’s never black or white – it’s every grey in between.

There needs to be care given about how the ‘light’ is attributed to women or female, and the ‘dark’ to men or male.
There’s lots of projection now that “women can save the world” – that “women rule.”

It isn’t that altogether. Rather it is the Feminine Energy that is found in both “men and women” that is the actual attribution we are looking for.

Masculine and feminine energies can be tapped into by both men and women. Because of our socialization in our vast cultures, these energies are either pushed away or held up and lauded – depending on the culture.

Because of the synapse (seen and unseen, measurable and immeasurable) in our energic bodies, women have the feminine energy while men have the masculine energy as dominant (I use that word lightly) – but like I said – it is not black and white but every grey in between.

Masculine energy is described as:
forward moving

Feminine energy is described as:

These energies are necessary in the world – whether they manifest from a female human or a male human (or anything in between). These energies can manifest from whichever. A women creates in science and art, a man listens intently to a child. Yet the creative energy of the masculine manifests differently in an individual women than any other person because of forces unseen – yet she is tapping into the masculine energy. And yet the nurturing passive energy of the feminine manifests differently in an individual man because of forces unseen. Some of it is ego. And ego manifests for its own sake.

The ego fights to conserve identity. So if you are in a society, a culture that reveres macho men and soft women, then the men’s and women’s egos of that society will fight against or try to maintain that status quo.

Because this need for ego to preserve itself at every turn, these energies can manifest as ‘dark’ energy.

Both these energies are mixed and have varying degrees of influence on the psyche of a being. And, depending on the ego, can become dark.

Mother’s become shaming.
Father’s become totalitarian.
Sister’s become jealous.
Brother’s become sadistic.

To recognize the masculine and feminine energies as a spectrum that find expression through the human “filter” or “transmitter” is to allow their expression to manifest in ALL people at their behest. No labels. No judgement. No criminality. Just energy. Expressed through the individual vessel that make up the community of people.

Only in the balance of these energies and the taming of the ego through the manifestation of Heart Energy can both men and women come together as one.

The Evolution and Survival of Human Kind depends on it.

This is my passion: to express this quest for balance and harmony.

(I wrote a variation of this March 9, 2017 on FB)

Not Every Body Is Created Equal…


Not every body is created equal.

That is something that I remind myself of every time I step on my yoga mat. I am not perfect. We are not perfect. Hell, humans are not perfect.

Every anatomy book – however – thinks and claims we are with those perfect pictures of symmetrical bodies. Perfect bodies that can do any pose in yoga (or anything else physically) – if only – and now for the societal interject – we worked hard enough, took enough classes, practiced for hours, put our mind to it, not let negative thoughts get in the way of the task at hand.

This all could be true – to a certain degree – the old adage: you never know until you try. But if you have been practicing for a long time and your body still can’t do something, it very well may be – nature vs nurture (practice) – that nature has not given you the body that is able to do these things.

If you look and study anatomy from books, you’ll get a false sense of how each of us are in our bodies. It clearly insists that we are all symmetrical and that each part is formed perfectly in vitro so that it is the mechanism of muscles and ligaments that holds you back from achieving the perfect posture – or that perfect running speed, or swim stroke, or tennis stroke, etc., and all you have to do is practice and push yourself until you become the perfect human. Do you ever wonder what it is that stops one athlete from being great and another reaching heights of achievement. I don’t mean to say that work has nothing to do with it – or sometimes equipment, but that has been disproven by those who can’t afford the best still achieving great goals – what I mean to say is that we are not perfect beings and our bodies are all different – and therefore, what one person can do and another person can’t, does not solely rest on whether one is working harder than the other or not.

As I practiced and studied yoga, and practiced and studied, I realized that there was something that I wasn’t understanding about my body that was keeping me from fully realizing some postures and made it possible for me to perform others.

I studied with a lot of different teachers teaching different styles of yoga – while I am a traditionalist, the more contemporary approach helped me understand what it was that was getting in my way so that I could further my traditional style with more ease and understanding. Yin yoga taught this idea that bodies are not created equal and that our bone structure: size of certain attachment points, length of bones or shape of the bone which does not adhere to what it is “supposed” to look like – in a perfect anatomy book body, would drastically affect the outcome of practice (in any sport) while trying to reach a goal.

Recently, I broke my ankle and sprained it severely that I was off it for weeks and it took a good year to recover. But what I found out from my x-ray about my right foot put my whole life’s body experience into perspective. I actually let out a sigh of relief. You see – when I was young, I experienced sharp pain in my right knee whenever I ran or walked upstairs which kept me from most sports, I also had frequent headaches and once had a head ache after a small mishap in an exercise class that lasted for two years.

I always knew that I had some scoliosis – not much – it was minor compared to what some people have, but when I started seeing a visible twist in my lower spine that when you looked at me I looked like I was attempting to stand sideways, I got curious about what was going on. That and when years later, my x-ray of my hips showed that the crack of my ass was two inches off centre – my belly button was facing forward – but I was certainly twisted.

I was discovering all this through going to really amazing chiropractic practitioners who were so happy to work with me because I was so curious as to how to understand and “fix” this that we worked together in cracking the code of my body. I was practicing yoga very strenuously. I was tired and discouraged when I found that because of me trying to remedy one thing, it put stress on my mid-spine and my vertebrae were twisting up there which caused me to create a hole between the bones. I slowed down. And for years, my practice – a combination of traditional and therapeutic – which I developed for myself that was more about discovery and curiosity rather than rest and recovery although there were aspects of that, helped me discover my physical body and my mind and everything else, that it was the most exhilarating thing I was doing in my life.

I improved leaps and bounds while doing this. My method became investigative and I was able to dive deep within my body and start being able to move bones individually. Yoga practice and the chiropractic methods helped to make and keep my muscles limber, long and strong while honing in on the minutiae of the movement of individual bones and muscles that no book would have been able to instruct me on. I can move my ass crack into alignment now while I practice so that my body is more symmetrical – which allows for both sides to be equally open. Why is this important? Because in my every day life – as I sit, walk, drive, stand, carry, fall – I can safely realign my body each day with each practice to keep myself limber, and injury free.

However – jumping off that fence was not a good thing to do – at first.

But breaking my foot made everything make sense. The x-ray showed that I had an anomaly on the right heel that restricts the movement of pointing the toe. Finally an answer to why I have excruciating pain if I wear high heels. Since the foot is the foundation of the body and if there is anything that affects the foot: wearing high heels, tight shoes, etc., can affect the body, then this must have something to do with the twist in my hips and the pain in my knee (and why I break the right foot and not the left… this is the second break).

My focus after finding that out was stretching out the top of my right foot especially and keeping an eye to the left foot to not let it get ahead of the right. Since the left was still open and flexible and functional – I had to restrict it in such a way that the right foot could catch up. But I would never have known to do this if it wasn’t for the break. It was a difficult recovery – losing the ability to walk around on my own was strangely disturbing to me. I changed my practice to being one of doing things lying down and I had to build the strength of my legs again. All doing yoga.

The reason I am writing this, is to encourage anyone who has had an injury – whether it is from breaking or it’s something like say sciatica) or who is struggling with their physicality – to not give up. Hone your ability to listen to your body. Throw away the books and traditional methods that don’t understand an asymmetrical structure. Find a way to practice that speaks to investigating and developing a greater understanding and nurturing style for your body. My investigation was relentless – but it was nurturing because I strove to find a way to release the pain and to practice with mindfulness and purpose.

This practice has other benefits as well – namely, going deeper into what drives you as a human being – but that’s for another post.

Much love,

Christine xo

It Is The Practice That Teaches Not The Teacher

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I have taught Ashtanga for years now and have trained in it extensively. I know the practice beyond the postures just because of the practice itself. That is what I’m teaching.

I know some “Ashtanga” teachers who do not practice it and therefore do not know the practice as a practice. They do not know the intricacies of it.

These teachers bow to the pressures of students’ to add postures which do not belong in the series, make it harder or easier by changing the posture rather than the intensity of the original posture itself, and let go of the rhythm of the class to appease those who just want to give up or make it easier so the ego can feel better. This is to the detriment of the practice, Ashtanga.

I have had great difficulty teaching Ashtanga after these teachers because students are not being educated in it.

It is the nature of the ego to make things easier – to stay in the status quo, to not push boundaries or get out of our comfort zone. But what is practice if it is not doing that – it is just exercise. It isn’t yoga if it isn’t challenging you to observe your need for: comfort, perfection, placating.

Yoga doesn’t placate – the teacher decides to do that and then it is just exercise. And don’t be fooled, just because you’re in a class that kicks your ass because it’s fast and you do every difficult posture in the yoga spectrum, doesn’t mean that it is challenging your ego – in fact that feeds your ego as well. The minute you say – oh look at that shiny thing – that’s when the ego is engaged.

I challenge you to get really bored in your practice – to strive for something else besides a good ego fix. Yoga is about personal, spiritual growth. It is to stretch you in a different way. The way that is most beneficial. Flexibility in every aspect does not necessarily manifest only in the body. Just because someone can bend over backwards, doesn’t mean that they have cracked the code of yoga. If it comes easily to you, I challenge you to find a place where you have to work for it.

Christine xo

We are all worthy.

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OK. Alt right. You’re right.

Immigrants are awful people. Not only do I loathe to hear Spanish – but, German, Italian, Chinese, Japanese, Irish, Scottish, French, Portuguese, Middle English, Flemish, Korean, Hungarian, Ukrainian, Norwegian, Swedish, etc. etc.. Oh and I guess I should hate Jews and Black people.

What do you want me to do – now that I think you’re right? Do you want me to limit their access to everything we hold dear? Run them out of town? Torture them? Imprison them? Kill them? How? Shoot them? Drag them behind a car until they are dead? What about the people who married them? Should I also kill them? Put them in a detention center? On a boat? And what about their children?

Oh, and what about people who have abortions? I hate them. Right? Should I scream at them every time I see them? Or just wait until they do something I can catch them doing and ridicule them? Should I run them out of town, too? Should I kill them?

And how will I tell? How will I tell who will not shatter the illusion of freedom that I feel when I know that by doing this I feel safe? How can I keep this feeling of safety now that I’ve run all these people out of town? Out of the country? Out of my sight? Off the face of the earth? How will I tell that someone like even you, isn’t out to steal my job, my livelihood, my whole way of life? How can I stop you from changing what I’ve grown so used to having? My comfy home and ideals? My security about my life… the -nothing changes? That feeling that things are the way I like them and I can easily force things to stay the same? How can I protect myself from someone like you? Because now that I think like you and know all that you stand for – how can I trust you? Because I know you will not stop until you feel safe. You will go to great lengths to make sure that nothing ever offends you. Nothing ever challenges you. Nothing ever asks of you to forget yourself for a moment, just a fraction of a second. And you will apply extreme measures to strip the dignities of humanity from those you fear, those you hate, so it makes you feel better, bigger, more deserving…

I’ve changed my mind, I’m not like you. I’ll never agree with you. I wish you well. But – I can not think for a second that the heart of another human being is less than my heart. I know it isn’t true. Not even you. I think differently than you. I know that another heart and my heart can do great things that makes this world an awesome place – together – celebrating our humanity.

I’m on the look out for those hearts. Hearts that embrace – not divide. Hearts don’t hate. I can not fear another heart. Hearts are not very different from one another. And hearts speak only one language – LOVE. Let that be expressed in the multiple languages of the world from the different faces that have glistening eyes. That speaks volumes. Listen. We all want the same thing. We can have it – together – it takes Heart to achieve it.

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Big Love

Can we do this? Can we see each other as we are? Can we drop all the pretenses of that which separates us and give each other the care we need to survive life together? Can we stop seeing differences and start seeing a human family?

The intellect – that which we strive to improve – those arguments – pushes us further away from each other. The adolescent neuroses – those tantrums – the me me me – drives us even harder away. And even the thought of an innocent heart – childlike wonder – can save us, is a fallacy.

This is a very small world where nothing is gained and everything is lost. Arguments need sides. A this or that. When you start separating each other out, the heart loses and the adolescent neuroses of jealousy, envy, fear of vulnerability, fear of not being special, fear of being left behind, the mental reactions in a mind that manufactures a reality from feeling alone take over.

Everyone is told that they are special. In fact, if you don’t believe in your own specialness, the thought is that there must be something wrong with you. That again – begins the separation. If I’m special, then no one else can be – because special is well, special. This specialness also is what makes people not consider others. Specialness brings with it an air of superiority which again separates us. This superiority is seen in attitudes that “you just have to want it more” or “you can manifest it if you try” – which always has an air of Well you must not be as special. That somehow your lack of success is tied to and therefore someone else’s success is tied to Specialness.

So what makes me special? And can I keep this up every single day? The answer is NO. My humanness makes me a part of you, and we are absolutely and deliciously normal. We falter, we ache, we strive, we are committed, we grow, we rejoice, we are grateful, we express an individuality that is uniquely our own, but it is no better or worse than anyone else’s.

Our way of dealing with success, loss, and forces that are beyond our control is what makes us who we are – but, we all go through this. Each of us. To ignore the ebbs and flows of our life, is not the answer. Be Present. A lot of people think that going back to childlike wonder is the way to express carefree happiness in the world. But you are not a child. Children have yet to experience and understand the world beyond their expectations of parental love. There is no way that a child can respond and survive shocks to their emotional makeup when love is withdrawn, or love is expressed inappropriately or even appropriately. Children will begin naturally, unconsciously, to develop mechanisms to shut out or gather things from a place of reaction. To be a mature adult, we really need to stay present with the world. To unravel our reactionary feelings from what is appropriate to the moment. It’s like when someone is immersed in something on their phone while driving which causes them to make unpredictable traffic errors, and reacts angrily when people start honking at them. Childlike wonder is not being present to what your life is in that moment. If you are not present to your life, how can you respond well enough to it? And express it to your full potential?

This is no way to live.

To live constantly in the shadow of specialness is exhausting. WE ALL are not special. None of us. WE ALL are not anything but normal. The most beautiful part of the human heart is to recognize this in each other. WE ALL live and strive to be the best we can be – yes. We have uniqueness in as much as each of us is an individual. But to hang our hat on Special? That, there, is a neurosis.

Social media has made our lives a lie to the world. We only show what’s good, and lovely in our lives. Is it because there’s the prevailing admonishment of anyone who says they’re struggling is just trying to get attention? Is it not true the other way around? How relieved we are to hear from people who have felt or are feeling the same way. Our struggles are universal and we are calmed to hear – I feel that, too. Celebration of victory comes from sharing in the struggle. If the heroine didn’t almost give up, then we would not feel the elation of victory.

Grow up into a mature heart that knows that life can be rough. That the fear we feel is mostly manufactured. In our heads. Maybe the answer to seeing each other as humans that are fallible, are not perfect, who hurt and cry, who sing and dance is to be like guardians, treat each other as a precious gift to watch over and watch grow. Love that is Big can weather any perceived differences the intellect throws up. The Big Heart is courageous. The Big Love is sweet.

Love like that.

#love #earth #human #freedom 

** Anyone who knows the person whose photo this is, please let me know – I’d like to give them credit. Thanks.

Truth as I know it…


TRUTH is risky.

Truth challenges you.

If you feel superior, or satisfied in YOUR truth then it is not TRUTH – it’s an opinion.

Truth, when first encountered, should shatter your status quo. It should unnerve you.
It will always keep you on your toes should you slip into sleep and become complacent.

Truth is not what anyone says or tries to convince you of. It is the thing that pings you in your sleep. And it is beyond conscience. It is beyond behavior.

Truth is Heart.

It is the Heart-ness of you. Not sentimental love. Not clinging, conditional love.
It is a giving of yourself. Who you think you are. Who you want to be and giving all of that away.
Truth is listening for gold as you put your ear to the ground.

When there’s an ache in your Heart that moves you to give of yourself – that feels risky – That is Truth.

Endangered Species

Why have endangered lists for species on the edge of disaster – some may ask? Some think that it might be too much of a snowflake thing to be so concerned – especially at the expense of property, and commerce.

We are supposed to be guardians.

Aboriginal people throughout the world recognize this. Living so close with the earth’s rhythms, they understand the true ebb and flow of life on the earth. Abundance and then scarcity have always been the rhythm. It is an imposed, arbitrary and very ego-ic idea to think that there is only growth – like thinking that there’s only light, it undermines our own true nature and doesn’t inform us of how to live as Humans as part of the species on earth.

We are the only creature that takes and doesn’t give back.
We don’t have anything more that makes us greater than any other species on earth except one thing – our impact here due to our greed and appetites can and are devastating the earth at an alarming rate.
To give back – is to recognize this. We’re the only ones who can protect the earth and its life (including us) by recognizing our responsibility in wreaking havoc here. We are the only creature on earth that offers nothing back. We can only do it through our conscience.

Things change and then some…

I am diving back into writing my blog! I’m so excited!

A lot has changed since I last wrote.

I have refocused my life from being a full time yoga/meditation teacher and therapist to a full time screenwriter. I know!! But it’ll all make sense once you get to know me. 🙂

I have been writing for a long time – like every writer that I know – I’ve been writing ever since I could (talk) hold a pen. But life conspired to make me believe in the voices that said, “I wasn’t good enough”, “writing isn’t a job”, “it doesn’t even have a pension!”

I wanted to write like Beckett and Pinter, GB Shaw and Stoppard, Camus and Kafka. I wanted to be the first female absurdist writer. Mimicking the works of Beckett and Stoppard, but in a Shaw-ian kind of way… That would have to wait. A. Very. Long. Time.

I’m like a cat. I have had a few lives.

I’ve been an architect, graduating and working in the field. After a few years, I decided to take my passion for architecture and translate that into sculpture and art. And writing. I did some writing! But there was no momentum. I made some money. But not enough to keep me alive. It wasn’t the age of the internet in the way it is now, with remote jobs and Google. God bless Google. I went back to design – I worked for a while doing interiors and helping a friend dress clothing store windows. Yeah. Like Rhoda.

But my life was falling apart – slowly, snail’s pace. Like I couldn’t even see it – but I felt it. So what did I do? What every one should do, I went to get my Therapist skills certificate to figure out MY LIFE. And because, I’m fascinated by what makes us tick. I had been practicing and studying yoga throughout my university years and then doing it as any practitioner would – finding teachers I like, studios that had my style (after being introduced to Ashtanga I didn’t look back). I was hot wired from very early on to do this kind of work, and so I gave myself permission to let go of all my creative outlets and focus the energy on the creative impulse of yoga and meditation. I became a teacher a year after I decided this route. I did an enormous amount of training and teaching. And finally, in 2007, opened my first studio!

Having that studio was an experience that deepened my practice more and I taught a teacher training – all by myself. I did everything all by myself. I burnt out and the town where I had the studio wasn’t interested enough in the kind of yoga I offered so I had to close. I continued with teaching private lessons and had therapy clients. My second studio turned more into a performance space than a yoga studio. I had already started writing screenplays at this time. I dove right in! I invited people to perform, do seminars and I even had partners to start launching our own productions in the space. But I chose the wrong people to partner with and it ended with me closing the studio and abandoning that kind of entrepreneurialship. I wasn’t cut out for it… It exhausted me. Competing with every other space downtown.

I’m not sure how many lives I have left – but it’ll be the expanding of my writing – because finally after all my experiences, I am finally writing! The writing gods have descended upon me and said, now! Now you can write!

The early posts on this blog are from when I was a full time yoga teacher, and wanted to share my experiences. It is my intention to continue to share with you my ongoing commitment to my spiritual practice; share some of the insight I have gained through the years.

I will be sharing my experiences with writing, and setting my sights on making it as a writer. Fingers crossed. Here we go!

Thanks for visiting and I hope you enjoy!



Ok, let’s talk: A response to the Bell Let’s Talk campaign

Yes. Let’s talk about how pharmaceutical companies have made natural human physiological changes occurring from stress, hormone imbalances, etc. into diseases so that they can make more money off of people who don’t understand that if they made some life changes as their lives change that they can do without the pills that doctors push on them that have more side effects and are less effective than say: exercise, eating better, etc..

Thanks for this. It is very well said.

Let’s stop talking and start listening to ourselves and our bodies.

Vision Passion Action

This post was written by Danielle Landry. She teaches Mad People’s History as part-time instructor with the School of Disability Studies.

A drawing of a road side stand with the words "psychiatric help 5 cents" on top. Inside the stand there is a person with a blue text box. The bottom of the stand reads "The corporation is in"Ok, let’s talk.

Let’s talk about how those two new workplace scenario commercials only reinforce the idea that it’s unsafe to talk about mental health to your boss or co-workers, instead of establishing that employers in Ontario actually have a duty to accommodate disabled workers, including those with psychiatric disabilities.

Let’s stop positioning disabled people as charity cases through a-nickel-for-every-text campaigns.

Let’s talk about the erosion of our social systems through corporate greed.

Let’s ask why Bell hasn’t instituted any programs to support its low-income customers, such as if they need a reprieve from paying their bills during a hospital stay.

Let’s talk about why it’s not okay that we have to rely on corporate sponsorship to sustain our mental health system. Let’s ask if corporate influence serves to…

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