When you're trying so hard not to show symptoms and function in daily life although your mental illness makes your life a hell; but even your best effort is only able to make you look like a mentally healthy, but lazy and disappointing person
twitter is hell but i really hope it doesn’t actually die because this is in contention for the funniest thing i’ve ever read in my life
this post fails to show the original tweet that this was in reply to, which is not as jarring but certainly should be included:
unfortunately you can be seen as both, by different people or by the same people at different times... including doctors
armadillo-dreaming
[ID: Venn Diagram of “Not Disabled Enough” and “Too Disabled” overlapping with a thin slice of “Right amount of disabled.” There’s points alongside ranging as a scale.
Not Disabled Enough:
- Thrown off benefits
- Dying after being deemed fit to work
- Seen as scrounger
- No suitable or accessible jobs
Right amount of disabled:
- Inspiration porn
Too Disabled:
- No ventilator if you catch Covid
- Social care cuts
- Independence thwarted
- Seen as burden
- “There’s always assisted dying”
/end ID]
society’s idea of a perfect disabled person is someone who is doing well in the current system. this ideal of a person is “strong” enough to overcome the “misfortunes” of disability, because misfortune requires no action on the viewer’s part. the perfect disabled narrative is one which does not ask them to make changes or even acknowledge a cruel system.
I have a zombie gnome on little stump by my front porch.
Today, I saw some kid walking to the bus stop, turn and come up my walkway.
Gently, he knelt down beside my gnome, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a smaller gnome with a rainbow hat. He carefully placed the little guy on the stump, then turned and went to the bus.
I went out to take a look and it looks like the little guy was hand painted to match the zombies facial expression.
I think I'm going to treasure this for the rest of my life. Yeah, there's good in the world. And the kids are alright.
[guy who doesnt do literally anything voice] there just aint enough hours in the day to get everything done that needs to be done am i right
what farming items in mmorpgs has taught me: i used to think using ice trays to make ice cubes was free but after thinking about it i have to pay the electric bill to power the freezer so every moment that i’m not freezing new trays of ice cubes is a moment that i’m underutilizing the freezer and increasing the cost of ice cubes. i have to constantly swap out ice trays for new ice cubes on an hourly rotation on a 24 hour basis or else i won’t produce the maximum amount of ice cubes possible and will underutilize the full potential of my electric bill. i need to stop using all other appliances and utilities in my home to make more ice cubes
[Image ID: tumblr tags reading #i think about this post so much #whenever a gacha game makes me feel pressured to waste time on a bullshit event i think: #‘am i enjoying this or am i making ice cubes’ #and then i quit the event lmao /End ID]
So apparently, if you sign up for Threads and later decide to delete it, it will also nuke your Instagram account.
Source: Techcrunch.com
Think carefully before creating a Threads account (or anywhere else, really).
happy disability pride month to people with rare or confusing clinical findings! including:
- people who received test results their doctors did not understand!
- people who had to get expensive and/or unusual testing, and the results didn't provide clarity!
- people who have abnormal test results, who's doctors aren't sure if the results have any significance, or what that significance is!
- people who had to learn to read studies in order to research their conditions, because the information has not been made accessible to the general public through articles and informative sites!
- people who can't even find studies to read in the first place!
- people who might never know if the results they have mean anything!
- people with unexplained symptoms that could be related to an unusual test result, but they have no way of knowing!
- people who are worried that their results could be pathogenic, but have no way of finding out!
sometimes, disability just isn't simple. it is really hard to have something markedly different about your body that doesn't make sense - not to you, not to professionals. when i was being tested for genetic disorders, they found that i had a duplication in one of my chromosomes, and my doctor told me that it could mean nothing, it could have caused some of my issues, or it could cause me issues in the future.
it was scary! it's been almost two years, and i don't know what it means. there isn't a single case report or study on this duplication. it is deeply disquieting to think about. i don't know what i'm meant to do, or if i can do anything at all. i have plenty of symptoms and features that could be related to it, but there is essentially no way for me to figure it out.
am i still trying to? hell yeah! am i going to try and get into contact with genetic specialists? hell yeah! but if nothing comes out of it, that's fine. it isn't a failing on my part, and it isn't irrational for me to be concerned or upset about it.
your condition does not have to have a name, or a mayo clinic page, or even a study on it for it to be real. your concerns are valid, and you deserve love and support.
happy pride!!
The white stripe in the Disability Pride Flag represents those with undiagnosed, invisible, and/or misunderstood disabilities (it's for you):
It's in the middle because the other classes of disability (physical, cognitive, mental illness, and sensory) can all manifest in invisible, confusing, and hard-to-diagnose, ways.
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Anyway I'll never forget that 22 hour bus ride to Alabama to help my friend get married and one of the legs of the journey I was on the bus with my (clearly labelled, well behaved) service dog at my side and people were throwing a huge stink about the fact that I had my dog and then this ancient dude in a wheelchair, double amputee both legs, pipes up and tells them to shut the fuck up and leave me alone because Creed was obviously trained and then once everyone quieted down and I was able to take a seat, asked me quietly if I was okay.
He also could have been a cartoon character because I could have sworn there were little winged hearts floating above his head as he told me he'd always liked dogs but of course now he's old and can't walk so he can't get one anymore but he could tell how much Creed loved me and I him etc etc
He never asked me once what my disability was. He spoke up for me when he didn't have to. A truly old white man in Georgia saw a young black person with a "dangerous dog" breed and spoke up in my defense.
If you want to claim to be a disability advocate, that means you kind of have to. Advocate for each other. For the next 4 or so hours, this man and I had each other's backs. Two disabled people on a Greyhound filled with ableist passengers who were not happy we couldn't exist somewhere they didn't havr to accomodate. It didn't matter what our pasts or our diagnoses were. We were stronger together, so that's what we stayed. Together.
Two people banded together and the rest of the bus shut their mouths. Imagine what we could do with more of us.
This reminds me of that time I was on the bus (an hour-long bus trip at 5 o'clock where everyone was coming from the city back to town, tired and overworked) and the bus arrived at a bus stop where there was a young adult woman in a wheelchair. She also seemed to have other disabilities regarding sight.
The buses in Madrid are old now and it takes like 8 whole minutes to set up the ramp, then 5 more to pull in the ramp. A few people sighed as the process began.
Then the ramp got stuck.
Fifteen minutes waiting, and I'm near the back door watching this poor disabled girl become more and more stressed and panicky as the ramp just would not come out. People were groaning, checking their clocks, looking angry.
And then, in plain view of everyone in the bus, she began to shake her head at the tired driver and went, "No, no! I'll take the next!"
Y'know. The next bus. At prime hour 6 o'clock. Which would probably be full already.
So this guy in a full suit and this other guy who looked like a cartoon of a high school pothead came out of the bus and went, "Is it okay if we pick you up? If it is - tell us how to do it, we don't want to break your wheelchair or cause you ANY harm."
I quickly stood along with this old lady and we made sure she had space for her big wheelchair (it was a fancy one! Big and bulky, so we had to move some bags and people actually decided to stand so the bags wouldn't be on the lil hallway).
The girl was saying it was okay at first but when the guys insisted, she directed the two men on how to grab it and actually asked for two more people in case. I came down and this other young guy came, too. It wasn't a big gap but you can never know.
Anyway, we were able to get her inside the bus and since I was close to the door, she and I and the older woman had a bit of a chat on the way. She was very nice and a little overwhelmed because she said people in this city don't usually help her out.
When her stop arrived, different people immediately moved to help her, checking that everything was okay. One of them even gave her his phone number in case anything on her chair broke or was strained, said he was well-paid enough to lose a couple hundreds to help.
THAT is what I feel needs to happen.
And also Madrid fix you FUCKING busses.
When I first signed up for electrolysis, the clinic owner told me her whole staff is trans. Cool. I assumed that meant trans femmes, since we're the ones who usually need the facial hair removal, so it only makes sense that some of us will go into the business.
Nope! My electrolysis tech is a trans man with a full beard. Huh.
I like how every reply has unanimously agreed that he's taking the hair for himself. We're all on the same wavelength here.
I'm going to see him again today to continue my electrolysis. On a scale of one to that's weird, how much of a bad idea is it to bring a printout of this comic?
I need to know how this ends.
(I haven't shown him the comic yet. I keep forgetting to prant it)
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Anonymous asked:
Hi Zoey. Asking from a place of ignorance, could you please explain why Threads is dogshit?
Threads is the Hot New Garbagedump by Certified Scum Of The Earth and Facebook/Meta owner Zuckerburg. It is like if twitter was even worse.
There is ONLY a For You page, meaning you can never just see the posts from your followed accounts who, yknow, you followed for the purpose of seeing their posts.You can't see those. you have to see the algorithm's posts ONLY. You also require an instagram to get full access to all the features like Posting Images. You need a separate social media account to properly access this new social media. And once you've done so, the only way to delete your Threads account, is to delete you instagram account. The Whole Thing. For Some Fucking Reason. Not to mention, obviously since it's zuckerburg, the thing syphons your personal information like crazy, worse still than twitter.
Like ALL your data. as much as it can get. (Love that it says "Other Data" btw. Nice subtle way of saying "whatever else we want") ALSO wouldn't you know it? It's fucking banned in the EU because it violates a bunch of fucking privacy laws!! So it's DEFINITELY not safe to use!
It is as predatory and exploitative as can be, created by someone that we collectively agreed Sucks Shit and Has No Empathy For Human Life and Individuality, and nobody should be touching it with a ten foot pole let alone sign up for it. Not even to test the waters or because it's where everyone is heading, or to see how bad it is for yourself. It doesn't matter if you're joining to get an account ready in case the platform ends up the new big thing. You're feeding the statistics. Even if you're not using that account, Zuckerburg can show the number of signups to shareholders and investors to prove to them that it's viable. Instead of jumping on the bandwagon in case it succeeds, inform people why they shouldn't join, to reduce its chance of success! It's like strikes and protests; The more of us get the word out, the more effective it'll be!
Voigt Squawks at her Round Frog Hat and Jens Helps with Kissies!
my dad took some ancestry tests and eventually found out who his father was (and that he has 5+ siblings who are also finding all of this out) and honestly it's been pretty bizarre and emotional so far, naturally
but one of the biggest changes for me is no longer having to give the whole spiel of "oh i know i'm racially ambiguos but hey there's a whole story behind it because this that and here's my father's backstory"
like no i... i just have a grandpa from Nigeria now
...that's way less mysterious >:(
Congratudolences OP, your family are hilarious
