Artsy depression: haunted eyes, good at art, emo hair and eyeliner on point
Actual Depression: bloodshot eyes, no longer trust themselves with pencils, has not showered in five days
Quirky OCD: organized books, clean room, color coordinated outfits
Actual OCD: Intrusive thoughts, flipping the light switch 8 times so you don’t stab your brother, picking holes in your skin
Cute eating disorders: Slim trim and beautiful, shyly refusing a second helping, dancer aesthetic
Actual eating disorders: Puffy cheeks and eroded teeth from excessive vomiting, hair growing over your freezing body and refusing to eat carrots because they’re too high in carbs
Adorable anxiety: just a smol bean, soft, must be protected from the world
Actual anxiety: crying so hard you throw up, shaking, losing sleep over a period after the “okay”
RPG PTSD: flashbacks, vietnam, u don’t know what i’ve been through kiddo
Actual PTSD: Buying your first pregnancy test at twelve, flinching at high fives, i can’t feel my hands where am I what year is it
Cartoon ADHD: look a squirrel, something shiny, fidgety loveable bufoon
Actual ADHD: rereading the same page over and over because it doesn’t make sense, hasn’t done the laundry in four months, hyperfocusing on a mushroom knowing you have work to do
stop making terrifying realities seem cute. it’s disrespectful for those of us who are actually struggling
Fucking literally
romanticization is not representation
if you’re going to portray a mentally ill person in whatever you write, do it realistically. do your research and show the whole picture.
These signs have popped up at each of my physician’s offices. The only impact these new laws have are penalizing lower class patients. Chronically ill people should not be expected to travel every 3 days for their necessary medications. I am just appalled.
Imagine being chronically ill. Imagine you have the flu – the lethargy and pain severely limiting everything you do.
Imagine your quality of life is impacted enough that mobility and stamina are likely major obstacles. Now you’re required to travel to your physicans office, regardless of distance. Then, you have to make your way to your pharmacy.
Except, you can’t even call the pharmacy to inquire if they actually have your medication in stock – they aren’t allowed to tell you. So you’re forced to roll the dice and hope you’re lucky enough that you don’t have to visit several locations simply to fill your prescription. Then you have to wait for it to be filled, and finally make your way back.
Imagine having to do this while employed – every 3 days you have to take major time off work. How long will you manage to keep that job? Imagine having to rely on public transport – the fee’s, the bus routes, the walking distance from the bus stop to your destination.
Imagine having to do this every 3 days.
Those who drafted and passed this law are so outrageously inhumane that this hints at eugenics. If you make life too difficult for the ill to manage, you weed out a segment of the population seen as less productive, in a society where the value of an individual is based on how much profit they can produce for the corporations that employ them.
My girl Jessica coming in with some hot facts and searing truths regarding the war on plastic and the ableist rhetoric surrounding it and how a lot of the focus on straws is largely performative activism. (Video contains closed captions for those who need them.)
(As an aside, I love Jessica, I’ve been watching her videos for a while. She’s very vocal about her disabilities and illnesses, as well as LGBT issues. Watching her and her wife Claudia on camera, have become a real highlight of my week over the last two years. (Their wedding video is here.) So if you’d like to expand your watching habits on youtube, Jessica is awesome. And her fashion and make up tutorials are fun too.)
After my “turns out drinking with a straw is way easier and safer for me!” post yesterday, I’ve had a lot of people in my inbox urging me to invest in reusable straws for the sake of the environment. And while I understand you believe you are being helpful, I’m going to draw your attention back to this video, and urge you to watch it the whole way through.
I may still attempt to invest in some reusable straws and see if there are any I can safely use. My allergies are vast and my immune system compromised, so not all reusable straws are an option for me. Jessica very clearly explains why, and I’m so glad she did because I frankly don’t have the energy to do so.
Please watch it and understand why plastic straws are not the devil, and why you urging their discontinued use is a problem for many disabled people. Thank you, I appreciate your energy and time.
Ableist: “I don’t believe you. It’s not normal to struggle with that.”
Disabled Person: “I struggle with this because of a disability.”
Ableist: “I don’t believe you. Unless you’ve been diagnosed, you don’t have a disability.”
Disabled Person: “I struggle with this because of a diagnosed disability.”
Ableist: “I don’t believe you. You’re high functioning. Disabilities are overdiagnosed. You’re nothing like those low functioning people who actually struggle.”
Watch this stir up a shitstorm because you’re not REALLY disabled if you could find the will to get on the computer and type this out
you can’t love lesbians and hate trans lesbians you can’t love lesbians and hate black lesbians you can’t love lesbians and hate disabled lesbians you just can’t
My girl Jessica coming in with some hot facts and searing truths regarding the war on plastic and the ableist rhetoric surrounding it and how a lot of the focus on straws is largely performative activism. (Video contains closed captions for those who need them.)
(As an aside, I love Jessica, I’ve been watching her videos for a while. She’s very vocal about her disabilities and illnesses, as well as LGBT issues. Watching her and her wife Claudia on camera, have become a real highlight of my week over the last two years. (Their wedding video is here.) So if you’d like to expand your watching habits on youtube, Jessica is awesome. And her fashion and make up tutorials are fun too.)
“There are thousands of other single-use plastics to target that have acceptable replacements and don’t function as accessibility items in the same way. … Focusing on straws is not substantive, it is performative.”
Blanket bans don’t work in a diverse society filled with all different kinds of groups of individuals with unique needs and lived experiences, and disabled people shouldn’t be forced to draw attention to ourselves through never-ending requests that you make accommodations for us.
Maybe if disability inclusion training was normalized, this wouldn’t have to be said. But until then, I have to make these points. Blanket bans unreasonably force disabled people to advocate for special considerations about necessary and reasonable accommodations requests that should already be in place. This often results in arbitrary and inconsistent decisions reflecting often inaccurate perceptions about necessity or merit that are framed by ableist biases and assumptions, from individual staff members that may not have the knowledge, understanding, or training about disability inclusion and accommodations.
For more than two years, Clarise Coleman faithfully attended every track practice and every cross-country meet for her son, Chase.
A few weeks ago, Chase, who is a nearly nonverbal autistic child, was running in a meet in Rochester, New York, with his team from Corcoran High School – was assaulted by a stranger in the middle of a race.
Coleman was waiting for him at a part of the course where runners would come down a hill but he didn’t appear and she went looking for him. She was shouting his name and then she started to meet people who pointed in the direction of her son. One of them said:
“I see a grown man, who is quite tall and fairly heavy … exit the vehicle and give this young man a shove that puts him back 10 feet and flat on his butt. Like, just shoved him across the road. The kid didn’t seem to be doing anything but standing there, obviously had nothing in his hands and weighed all of 130 pounds. This guy was easily twice that.”
This tall white guy was a 57-year-old man named Martin MacDonald who told the police that the reason he attacked the Black kid was he thought Chase was going to mug his wife and take her purse.
“My son is a minor. [MacDonald is] a grown man,” Coleman said she told police. “He put his hands on my son. Of course I want to press charges.”
However the police was deaf and on Oct. 21, Rochester City Court Judge Caroline Morrison sent a letter to the Colemans that shocked them:
She had denied their warrant application, and MacDonald would not be charged for second-degree harassment.
Now the autistic Black boy refused to go to practices and skipped running in his last meet of the season. He turned his running uniform in to his coach, who gently encouraged him to change his mind. Chase refused.
“We just keep telling him, ‘You didn’t do anything wrong. Chase is good. There are mean people and there are nice people and this person was just a mean person,’ ” Coleman said. “We just keep apologizing to him that happened. Especially me. I kept apologizing to him that I couldn’t keep him safe.”
The attack deeply traumatized him and he lost one of the few things that gave him a sense of pride and belonging.
Please, make a shout out to this outrageous accident! The white man still didn’t receive any punishment for ruining life of the Black boy. THIS IS HELL!
#StayWoke #BlackChildrenMatter #WhitePrivilege
Every reblog that includes Martin MacDonald in it is another web page to help make sure that when you google Martin MacDonald’s name, it’s in connection with child abuse and racism.
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