when people ask how youâre doing but will never get a real answer cause you donât wanna lie and say youâre good but you also donât wanna tell the truth and say youâre doing shitty so you just nod and be cryptic
Not being where you want to be in life by now is often less a sign that you failed, and more a sign that society has failed you. Toxic work environments, discrimination, unlivable wages, low access to mental health care, and so much more have failed you. You have not failed. There are a lot more social forces at work when it comes to achieving your goals than simply your own will.
hey yall
I hope this isnât rude to ask butâŚ
Iâm gonna do a presentation on disabilities for english class
Any disabled person wanna sugest things I could talk about?
I only have the introduction to talk tho (its a groupwork)
I can only talk about the various types of disabilities and explain them very briefly
But nontheless, give as much info as u guys can, I like to absorbe knowledge
Thank you :3
we use it to spread awareness and charitiesÂ
they cant argue agents it without looking like assholesÂ
their main argument is that undeveloped fetuses are human, that makes undeveloped humans extra humanÂ
it also seems like a better cause than anti abortionÂ
ive been seeing a lot of people saying shit like âwow why am i complaining when x existsâ recently (particularly on inspiration porn). and hereâs your (un)friendly reminder that:
(obviously im referring to the people who feel guilty for having human emotions, not the billionaires/celebrities who throw a tantrum over minimum wage being raised or anything like that.)
Stop bullying Autistic people because you donât approve of their special interests
[This is incomplete and ambiguous, but while itâs still diverse Tolkien week
I have a lot of thoughts about disability* in Tolkien and am trying to put
some of them together. @diversetolkien]
There is ableism; there are portrayals that I think are harmful and I wish they were not there. There are also portrayals I am grateful for. There is space for disability to exist, to be central to a characterâs arc or to be an incidental occurrence. I do observe that disability usually serves to add a negative flavor to a characterâs life or arc: an obstacle, even a fatal one, which in some ways is the also-unsavory inverse of a superhero/cure trope. The portrayal is not uniform nor consistent, and while some of it is confining, reductive, or demeaning, I also appreciate the visibility and acknowledgment of disabled existence in fantasy - an existence that is fundamental to these stories of strife and survival in a certainly imperfect world.
(Which is not to say that disability is an inherent defect, nor that the world would be more perfect without us! but that in many cases, what is construed as disability in a given context is a reflection of how you relate to the world youâre in as well as the traces the world leaves on you. And it is always disingenuous to create a true-feeling fantasy world without us. Disability is both a universal and a contingent experience â we have always existed; and too, the world continues to produce experiences of disability, be it through physical effect or psychological.)
Thereâs a vast range of human experience in Tolkien â and yet of course always an incomplete and flawed reflection. How much we find may depend on our readings, and our personal relation to the text and the characters. Thereâs a lot of space to fit yourself into these stories, as well as to refuse ableist sentiments that certainly crop up. I am consistently struck by how present are narratives of disability, and so varied; although a lot of it is bleak, a lot also rings true to me. And what doesnât is free for us to remake for ourselves. Since itâs not like Tolkien from beyond the grave is going to adjust or undo anything in his works, itâs on us (as readers, artists, writers) to recognize, reject, and not reproduce the ableism therein.
*I am using âdisabilityâ here veeery broadly, both because experiences or definitions of disability are highly context-dependent, and also because there is a wide range of potentially relevant story and character elements within Tolkienâs work that I think we as disabled readers can read into, identifying certain insights as well as certain biases.
Deathbed
Will you award me
With the gift of company?
Exist with me as I lie in my deathbed?
As my body slips away?
The doctors wonât listen
To what is wrong
As I lose my grip on the physical world
Concern bleeds around me
Iâm sorry I canât do what you ask
My body wonât obey
Forgive me
A dying man
On my deathbed
Fate
I feel as if
My spinal chord
Is slowly severing
My legs will feel numb
As if they are trying not to be a part of me anymore
Iâm scared
That my miraculous luck
Is slowly running out
That the fate I narrowly escaped
Is waiting for the day to come after me
And take away what little I have left
Just a heads up theres 50% off Road ID right now if you sign up for texts.
Just a good resource for other disabled folks to have a medical alert ID!
hello everyone. iâve been having medical issues this week. i just want to preface this with the obvious tw for medical stuff and also a tw for menstruation and if you donât like stuff thatâs too personal this also might not be for you. (update below the cut)
in 2021 can we stop using the c slur (cr*pple) if we arenât physically disabled? hereâs some alternatives
⢠ruin, impair, destroy. Example: It would ruin the economy.
⢠DISABLED. Example: She is disabled.
⢠debilitating, incapacitating. Example: I have debilitating depression.
Today I helped someone understand why autism $peaks is I hate group, despite being afraid that they could lash out at me, but they listened and learned from the info I gave them and Iâm feeling really positive about it!
So please give this a read
Autism $peaks is awful.
We need acceptance not awareness.
We donât need a group run by neurotypicals talking about how autism is a tragedy.
We donât need a hate group, and we certainly donât need eugenics.
ASAN is a group made by autistic people advocating for acceptance, if you ever wish to support autistic people please donate to them.
Once I get money I want to just give myself a little treat but I canât decide if I want a rainbow teddy bear or a victorian thimble
Lighters: CANCELLED
Clothes: CANCELLED
Guitars: CANCELLED
Accessible arson? â â â â â
Having one of those flares where the most strenuous thing I can do is sit upright for a few minutes and my speech has gone weird. Hopefully itâs just a minor illness impacting my glitchy nervous system.Â
I love fat Amy. She is so raw, so real, and so confident. I used to be like that. You could say I always had junk in my trunk, but between my attitude and shape, I would turn heads now and again. I really miss that girl. She was a part of my old life. You see in 2012 my life was pretty good. I was married, I had a family, I had a house, a job and a car, I was volunteering, and overall I was fairly happy. I loved my husband John so much. Sometimes I would wonder how I got so lucky. Then the other shoe dropped. Around 2013 I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia and osteoarthritis in my hips, back, and right knee. At first it was just a twinge but very quickly it became very painful and my physical limitations started to develop. In 2014 I suffered some tragedies and my condition was deteriorating rapidly. I wasnât able to be the wife and mother I was. I retreated into my head. That was where the great internal debate started.đđđ
I loved my husband and my kids so much. My husband was much younger than I and I felt like I had become a huge burden. My income had almost become 50% of what it had been. I couldnât take care of the house, the kids, my husband, or even myself. I wasnât able to sleep in my own bed. It wasnât fair. As hard as it was for me, I didnât want my husband to be saddled with a handicapped wife. So I convinced myself that if I loved him so much, I needed to set him free. In early 2015 I decided I needed to leave. I had to build up the courage to go. In May right after our three year anniversary, I told my husband that I didnât want to be married to him anymore. I moved out and filed for divorce. I died then. My old life ended. đ˘đ˘đ˘
My divorce was final in September of 2015. I was broken, I was sad, I was alone. At first the dreams were normal. I mean I would dream about John and my old life a lot. The memories were very much at the forefront of my mind. I kept telling myself they would start to lessen, I just needed to be patient. My ex-husband moved on. He erased me, and he has had two relationships since then. I tried, but I couldnât move on. I wrote letters to him telling him I wished him well, or expressing my anger, or whatever. I changed my name, I tried to bury myself in the new life I was stuck with. I was hopeful that the dreams would lessen. Itâs 2021 and Iâm still having dreams about John. Why? They are not reality. I miss him. I miss my fat Amy life. đ¤đ¤đ¤
Donât mind me, just longingly looking at foldable electric wheelchairs that cost thousands of dollars and wishing I had one