Max (Megan Elizabeth) Morris

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Listening, Disability, & Communications

Our Intuitive Public Radio and this Intuitive community are committed to centering survivors of greatest severity. 

What does that mean?

The only true way to relieve invisible harms and hardship in our communities is to tune to the voices of those least heard, those most devastatingly being hurt. 

Our methodology has been developed around this first most important point to serve all those undeservedly excluded from community safety.

Survivors who reach out for help, having been told something will be there to help them, often suddenly realize that there is nothing…

…except the crucial solutions that we survivors of severe disability have been building.

We say “self-identified Survivors of Severity” — and though challenges have kept us from framing this more specifically, we have started to collect the intersections we find ourselves experiencing most frequently. 

Major problems are created when severely disabled people cannot rely on non-disabled people to ensure consistent communications and community interactions.

When we cannot maintain consistent connections, it becomes much harder to communicate successfully. Often, severely disabled people have no way of communicating with one another because their communications with non-disabled people are already so compromised.

It has been important over these last several years for me to be profoundly careful what I say and about whom, especially as I am striving to support that person.

Part of severe disability for me is that if someone feels upset or offended by something I say, even unwitting, and if they respond without awareness of how my physical body is affected, their response can be fatal to me within days.

For a long time, any opportunity where I might speak up for someone else’s safety, because my continuous physical suffering has been so great, I might make a neurological mistake that puts them in greater danger instead.

It’s one of many reasons we needed a collaborative, inclusive, access-oriented public radio.

I must constantly educate others about the intersections I’m experiencing so that I can continue to be alive on this planet on a day-to-day basis.

To continue to be alive, I need reliable communications access.

Racism, Trafficking, & Neurological Repair

Hi. I’d like to talk about racism.

I’m afraid to talk about racism, because the circumstances in which I was trafficked were circumstances in which it was unsafe for me to speak up about this and related subjects.

Most of the people who stopped me from speaking up about racism, however, were people posing as or believing themselves to be supporters of marginalized people — some of them specifically considering themselves anti-racist.

Because people in and around advocacy communities submitted me to such violence, part of my complex neurological injuries is a scramble of how to determine whether a person who presents themselves as helpful will actually be helpful, or may turn out to be someone with intent to do harm.

What is required to resolve this injurious neurological scramble is a clear litmus for the awareness, caring, and communications intentionality of those I’m interacting with.

What I need to know from each person is exactly what I was stopped by force from knowing — whether they would deny causing harm to me or another, whether they would protect the safety of those most vulnerably at risk, whether I with severe disabilities or my colleagues in greatest severity could rely on a fully respectful dialogue with the person.

I had some basic feeling understandings that individual, systemic, and internalized racism was at the heart of what was going on in those communities, but as my brain function radically declined and dangers increased, I was unable to speak to it verbally.

I am able to speak to it more verbally now, so I am committed to success in it.

And now is long past the freaking time.



Thank you to everyone who has been so patient and supportive in regards to my severe neurological effects on Facebook.

I work very hard to cultivate a sense of normative narrative for those who need it, which means that — every time I show up in public, especially if I’m using Facebook — I am minimizing and hiding severe symptoms to a profound degree.

Doing this work makes me much sicker, and at the same time, I will not survive without establishing a reliable personal income stream.

(To underscore this last statement: I do not have *any* reliable income stream and very rarely receive donations. On a daily basis, I am without crucial emergency supplies, safe food, clothes, shoes, health interventions, and disability aids while too ill to care for myself, and frequently do not have money to access the most basic solutions to prevent suffering.)

If you’re hearing from me in public, I am almost always *faking* greatest possible function, struggling through physiological severity to make it happen. The moment I go offline I am much sicker than when I started.

When you hear from me in public or when you think of me, please check on me.

If you don’t hear from me in public on a given day, please check on me.

The symptom cascades I experience from daily exertions are extreme. Without support, my body can die of complications within days.

I really, really, really appreciate people who check on me.

If you value the work I’ve been doing through personal and cultural apocalypse, please consider sharing a little of what you have here:

If you want to help in a non-financial way, please read this page, participate (please and very thank you!), or give me feedback if you are able:

Thank you for courageous heart-lights shining. I am feeling it — in miraculous ways, it is sustaining.

With love,



I was little when I learned the word “eisteddfod” and a little older when I learned the plural, eisteddfodau. The final syllable is pronounced to rhyme with “eye.” Those two Ds in the middle are a TH sound, like “the.”

We had a Welsh alphabet hanging in the house amidst carved wooden love spoons, photographs, heirlooms, and family mementos; all that survived the circumstances we’d grown through. I knew a little of where those things came from and what they meant.

I was much older when I came to understand more about what had happened to the Welsh.


All the eisteddfodau I engaged with and all the kind people who supported me, but I didn’t anticipate this kind of apocalypse. As I reclaim those neurons… rediscover those communities for what they are now, and possibly what they meant to me previously… there is a distinct absence of group singing.

Not for a lot longer, though, I think.


All the instruments are broken, but some of them still sound.

Hope abounds.


Slight and tuneful clip-clops of natural movement through quiet streets, the Internet brought to me.

Those are handsome goats. Let’s wish them well.

I never was in North Wales, though I tried. I was south in Swansea, then a few years later, Ebbw Vale.

I was wandering through little alleys, bridle paths, hills and havens; early in the misty morning, I went running. The mountains were broad and tall with clouds among them. The green and growing things shared energy with me. Awen and Nwyfre, I should think. And I do. These are memory nutrients with deep roots.

The photos I took then are blessings to me now without me having even found them. They made profound impressions. My cells hummed.

Really, everything was humming.


Max Makes (Food) Gratitude & Relief Radio

Intuitive Public Radio is an Internet-based public health art and advocacy project that I have been working on with international friends and colleagues for a number of years.

One of the things we have done each day is to imagine together the lives of microbes.

The lives of microbes and our own lives are so interconnected — especially for those of us who are aware of how we and our microbes eat together.

Understandings of microbially healing foods and safe fermentation practices strengthen our communities and those we have been reaching out to, especially at this challenging time.

To talk about this on a public platform with kindness, solidarity, and a healthy dose of whimsy (you must know!) is restorative to all of us including and especially many very scared people and whole communities suffering in pain or confusion.

My own healing journey has required deep emergency education about fermenting every possible food I can ferment.

A crucial part of restoring my function after digestive failure has been in building relationships with the populations of tiny people in the cultures I am fermenting — friends and neighbors to me, sharing food with me, sharing their lives with me even invisibly.

This food based relationship building has also been a relief in prolonged isolation and a means of recovering from trauma, all of which many people are newly experiencing.

In community, when we imagine together what we cannot physically see, people who are struggling find they can learn and develop new skill sets more easily.

This is a leverage point I have used to come back from neurological injuries a number of times, and has proven life-saving for us to remember on a daily basis.

More notes available at Intuitive.Social/Kitchen 🌿🥦🥬


Max Morris
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Resonance, kindness, and shared meaning

My name is Max Morris.

I coordinate ongoing Internet radio programming to connect and support survivors of severity who have been cut off from any assistance or community.

We are producing an international public health art and advocacy project called Intuitive Public Radio.

I’m interested to create more multimedia, especially storytelling and sharing opportunities, to connect members of our communities who can’t usually connect.

I am in Pittsburgh. I’d love to get to know others working on projects like these and offer any support I can. If you are listening to the sound of my voice or reading this text, contact me privately by emailing or visiting

Like others in my network, I am severely disabled from experiences I survived before the coronavirus news started. This is another life-changing experience for all of us.

I’ve been documenting measurable recovery and functions I regain when I prioritize connecting collaboratively in caring community. Resonance, kindness, and shared meaning have wondrous health effects.

USDAC has been working to expand awareness and facilitation of story circles, an effort very close to our hearts at IPR.

Intuitive Public Radio has sought to provide story circle context and opportunities to survivors who are not able to join real-time story circles, and may not have a local community they can safely connect with.

We have also sought to connect many other kinds of communities with the survivors who are members of our community, since many do not know these survivors even exist.

Many of our members have been very sick or severely disabled for years or decades, isolated long-term, cut off from their localities and in-person events, and cut off from online real-time events, too, by their health conditions and extreme circumstances.

Recent events concerning coronavirus have affected them in profound and still too often invisible ways.

If you know of any person or group compiling story circle resources for individuals who are not able to join real-time events or real time Internet meetings, I would love to know about it. We have been working passionately on this for a long time, with hope that we will meet more people already working on it (or wanting to work on it).

If you are listening to our programming and would like to support us, visit for some ideas how.

You can find our transcripts at

Thank you for tuning in!


Max Mo