I'm Ri Goat. I'm a bedbound spoonie with a heart full of poetri. Whenever I hug you virtually, I feel that hug inside my own heart. I hope you feel it too. I toot about recurring life events like receiving groceries or having a cleaner in my house or experiencing ableism in society. I constantly talk about or share photo's of the birds I can see from my bed. Sometimes I'm lucky enough to talk about or share photo's of the birds I can see from my balcony. I used to read a lot of books but now I'm too ill to do that so I spent most of my time with all kinds of podcasts. When left alone with my own thoughts I constantly break out in spontaneous laughter or I start quoting Andrea Gibson poems.
I'm autistic with ME/CFS and a whole lot of neurodiverse and health-issues that are commonly related to those. I'm queer and still discovering and defining my plural and otherkin identies. My spoon levels seem to decline slowely over time, but for now I can sit or lay down in bed all day with a few excursions to the bathroom and the kitchen. I hardly ever leave the house and even sitting on the couch or balcony is rare. I cannot do phonecalls, and I cannot look at any video or animation.
