Amy C, Museum Education Professional, WRITER , ACTIVIST, QUEER.
A portfolio and online journal by Amy C, Museum Education Professional. Sharing original poetry, articles, artwork, and reflections on museum education, social justice, and personal values including feminism, LGBT+ rights, anti-racism, and equality. With over three years in learning and engagement roles, I contribute to Birmingham Museums Trust by fostering meaningful, inclusive experiences that celebrate diverse histories. My expertise lies in audience development, team management, and delivering creative programs that inspire a love of learning, particularly in the domains of feminism and the ancient world. At Birmingham Museums Trust, I led the development of impactful events such as the annual 'International Women and Girls in Science Day,' emphasizing collaboration and community engagement. My mission is to create accessible opportunities for learning while empowering teams and contributing to organizational growth.
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does anyone see? hear? witness? the violation? the violence? the trauma? what they took from you? when they took your body. like it belonged to them. does anyone care? do the courts? the judges? what is justice? justice is something you have never known. they always walk free. there is always an exuse. They didnt…
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I am unfinished, unrefined. there is egg yolk in the cut on my finger. it stings. i really should stop gnawing at THEm. and i am TRYING, i PROMISE i am trying, to make sense of it ALL. trying To stop the constant, nervous DESTRUCTION, of the FRAGILE, aching paper SKIN, AROUnd my FINGERNAILS. (WHICh…
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Christmas day. You are being shouted at, again. And, as usual, you are forced to make yourself small. SHRiNKING and cowering. Ineffectual. Curled up, tightly, every muscle in your body hardened, like ice. Frozen, holding your breath. Praying, (if anyone, at all, is listening) for the harsh winter to pass. It never does.
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You are sat on your kitchen floor. You have been crying. Things, all things, all at once, move, at the speed of light. You hope that she’s proud of you. Dandelion, Echinacia Masc// Fem. Air. Divination, wishes, growth, and healing. Longevity. Kept at arms length, despite all the good. And its so good. Wednesday. Lucky…
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The Triple Burden: Race, Neurodivergence, and Birth Order Mixed-Race Identity Challenges: Generally, multiracial groups tended to have worse mental health than other racial groups. Discrimination and ethno-racial identity predicted mental health [Welldoing](https://welldoing.org/article/whats-the-relationship-neurodiveristy-trauma) . Mixed-race people make up only two percent of the UK population, making it natural to feel an urge to assimilate just to…
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You stare down at your phone. Maybe if you turn your phone off, something you haven’t done in years, the need to reply, ‘It’s okay.’ To forgive, oestensibly, but never forget, what they did will go away. You would rather not, engage in yet another conversation about, why they don’t want you anymore, about how…
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Honestly, is barely eating, sleeping a ton, getting burnout/overwhelmed easily, Not socialising, Not exercising, Coping? The question hangs in the air. The reality is troubling. The answer is obvious. You ignore it, of course. You want to be better. You are still not sure if you even deserve better. Or, what better is. You are…
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That house is burned into your memory. Branded, with a hot poker, onto the soft flesh of your brain. Nothing feels safe. And he wants nothing to do with you. He has no use for you anymore. You have little worth once you’ve taken your body off of their menu. You watch, marriages, breakups, love…
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There has got to be more to life than this. You want more from life. You just don’t know how to get it. Or, If you even deserve it.
