You are not a burden if your condition makes you dependent. You are not a burden if you cannot work. You are not a burden if others have to go out of their way to accommodate you.
Living with a disability is exhausting, and I'm proud of you, even if all you did today was stay alive.
being disabled really do be like i have a day where i'm busy and then a day of rest. i have a day where i accomplish one task and then a day of rest. i have a day, and then i have a day of rest.
Living with imposter syndrome is like constantly feeling like a fraud in your own skin. It's a constant nagging voice that tells you that you're not good enough, that you don't belong and that you will be exposed as a fraud.
I remember the first time I shared my work online, I felt like I didn't belong and that my art wasn't good enough. But that feeling never really went away. It's been with me through every new project, every performance, and every time someone compliments my work.
It's not just my art, it's everything. I doubt my abilities in every aspect of my life. It's been hard, it's affected my relationships, my work, everything. I've been afraid to share my work, to take on new projects, because I was convinced I would fail.
But you know what? I've come to realize that I'm not alone in feeling this way. A lot of people struggle with imposter syndrome. It's not something that can be cured, but it can be managed. I'm learning to be kinder to myself. I remind myself that mistakes are a part of the creative process, and that I'm not alone in feeling this way.
I've also learned to surround myself with people who support me and believe in me. And I try to focus on my accomplishments, rather than my shortcomings. I remind myself of the times when my art has been positively received, and the times when I've overcome obstacles. It's not easy, but it's worth it.
So, if you're reading this and you feel like a fraud, just know that you're not alone. We all feel like that sometimes. But we can learn to manage it, and that's what really matters.
My husband had his medical appointment this morning, so we got to give the truck its first real test.
I did end up having to fold up both bench seats in the back to fit his walker. With just the seat behind the passenger seat folded up, the walker fits at a angle, which makes one wheel just an inch or two too far for the door to close. The part of the bench seat behind the driver’s seat that…
the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again
maybe this is a hot take but you cannot demand that disabled people take care of themselves without extra labor from abled people and then turn around and belittle them for using paper plates, disposable utensils, eating poorly, and food going bad in their fridge.
Part of our obligation as human beings is that we will take on the responsibility of and care for the people around us, and if we cannot, we give them grace and space and understanding when they struggle.
Shoutout to people who require noise cancelling headphones everywhere they go. Shoutout to people who cannot listen to certain music, or music period. Shoutout to people who cannot use headphones for sensory reasons. Shoutout to people who can't eat certain foods because of textures. Shoutout to people who can't wear certain clothes or fabrics because of textures. Shoutout to people who can't use certain items, such as blankets, pillows, etc, due to textures. Shoutout to people who can't use certain mugs, cutlery, plates, etc, for sensory reasons. I see you. You are valid. You are not overreacting.
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.
First, the cuteness!
Brussel is such a gorgeous cat! I want to snuggle her!!! Alas, she still won’t allow us to get close.
This afternoon, I was planning to head into town to cancel the insurance on my mother’s car, until we can get it taken in. My husband was going to come with me, to finally get his photo ID. Unfortunately, the change in his medication is still causing intense intestinal…
"Disabled people should be allowed to be as independent as we can be" and "disabled people should not be pressured to be hyper-independent in order to not wind up in nursing homes against our will" are two thoughts that can, and should, exist at the same time.
I wish that instead of talking about “independent living” as disabled people we talked more about “autonomous living”.
I think when a lot of people see “independent” they assume it means living alone without other people. And some people assume that independent living services aren’t for them because they need 24/7 care. Or non disabled people think it’s pointless because many disabled people can’t live on their own.
But what we call independent living often includes having access to carers/ PAs/ support workers. It’s about having freedom to make all the meaningful choices we can, having the support and equipment we need to live comfortably and safely and to access the community and other activities. And I feel like “autonomous living” describes that better.