Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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I might be Bisexual | Michael Afton x male! Reader
Trigger warning: Sexuality crisis, homophobia (mentioned), gay panic
Inspired by life is strange :)
You are teenagers here, post bite of '83.
Pronouns used for reader: he/him/his ------------------------------------------
"I might be Bisexual."
"What?"
"I think I might be Bisexual."
"What do you mean 'you think'?"
"I'm not sure."
You sighed leaning back. Michael and you were currently on the junk yard near your house. He was balancing on top of some sort of old pillar, while you sat inside an old car that missed most of its windows and doors.
"Well, why do you think you're Bisexual?" Michael hesitated.
"There is a boy I think is cute." You turned away. There was a boy? Who? Why couldn't he just like you?
"Well, if there's a boy, why don't you ask him out?" He laughed.
"Cmon (Y/N), you really cant pull that card if you haven't asked your crush out, who you've like since like 7th grade." You chuckled sadly.
"Yeah, I guess so. Who is it anyways?" He sighed.
"Will you tell me who you like?" You laughed.
"No?" He laughed too.
"Well then Im not going to tell you either." Its you! I cant tell you because its you!
"Why are you not sure if you're Bi?" He started walking on the pillar thing stretching his arms out wide to keep his balance. He looked far too handsome like that, the setting sun making his features stand out more. It made your stomache feel fuzzy.
"I don't know. I like him. Very much in fact, but Im kinda new to this I guess?" He sighed.
"And I know dad wouldn't be too fond of it." You snorted.
"Since when do you care what your father thinks?" He snickered and jumped down from the pillar and walked to the car you were in. He sat down in the passenger seat turning to you.
"How did you know you liked him?" He leaned closer. Leaning back with a slightly hotter face you ran a hand through your hair.
"I don't know? I guess I just crushed on him long enough that I couldn't really ignore it?" Michael leaned to the side to rest on the slightly rotten car seat. He looked like he was contemplating on doing something potentially very stupid. You'd known him long enough to know exactly to know the mischievous twinkle in his eyes didn't mean anything good.
"What are you thinking about?" You groaned, scared of what he would come up with.
"Have you ever kissed anyone?" You choked on your own spit.
"What?!" you coughed up. He laughed at your reaction.
"You heard me. Have you ever kissed anyone?" You looked away embarrassed.
"No..."
"Do you wanna try?" Shocked you stared at him. Was this really happening?
"What about your crush?" He chuckled leaning closer, your face felt hotter and hotter.
"Something tells me he wont mind."
"Then- Then thats okay then." You stuttered out as Michael came closer.
"Are you sure this is okay with you?" He asked looking into your eyes. He was now slightly hovering over you, one hand on the dashboard of the car the other on your backrest. Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded.
Michael leaned in and kissed you. Your shock-filled eyes closed after the initial surprise, that he actually did it and wasnt just joking. His lips were slightly chapped but softly pressed against yours, so you really could care less. His hand, now on your neck pressed you even closer to him. Hesitantly you moved your hands to his hair, softly playing with his curls.
When you parted both your faces were a bit redder than before. Grinning and slightly out of breath Michael leaned back to give you a bit of space.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." You took a deep breath.
"Did Susie tell you?" He looked confused.
"Tell me what?" "That I like you." He grinned even wider.
"So it was me! God I was scared you liked someone else."
"You didnt know I liked you?" He snickered embarrassed.
"Well I wasn't sure, you didn't exactly talk too much about it."
"What, didnt I boost your ego enough already?" He laughed. The butterflies in your belly started acting up again.
"No, you can continue please." You chuckled. Michael stood up and walked around to your side of the car holding his hand out.
"Cmon its getting late."
You took his hand and he pulled you up. He looked at you and smiled softly. You pecked his cheek and gently pulled him along back towards the direction of your Homes.
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Whats up dudes, this is reposted (and slightly edited) from my wattpad oneshots book. Hope you liked it :]
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