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embrystical asked:

Hi. Not trying to upset you or anything, but did you see the thing about John Green's speech at the award's ceremony? It's beyond disgusting. He literally says, "Esther has taught me that PwDs are people too!", but I thought you should know just as further proof of what a horrid person he is.

oh man I just went and looked and its even worse, ‘they are not defined by their disabilities :)))))’ I want to punch his smug fucking face

Born of dust and stone
Dead hearts, roaming a dying home
Life leaves us all, white bones
Upon the shores of time
We are but sparks in a darkened world
And yet some things were born to burn

This photo was taken last year - it shows how Bastrop State Park is recovering after the huge wildfire a several years ago.

By @txbkrds “Here is what much of the rest of Bastrop State Park looks like. While a large majority of the trees outside of the camping areas look like this, there is still beauty that abounds here.

Pine trees are typically well adapted to wildfires, charring on the outside, while remaining alive within; however, the summer of 2011 was drought ridden. Combined with other stressing factors and an extremely large, hot wildfire, it was more than many of the trees could handle.

A trip to the scenic overlook can give you a good sense of how wide spread the fire was and how the park was affected.

teachermommawannabe There is a difference between advocating for someone and making a post about how hard this person’s life is and detailing their personal struggles for strangers to read about when they can’t consent to it. I get that it is important that we share our lived experiences as PwD but when it’s not your personal experience you run the risk of invading someone’s privacy which every person should have a right to.

Too often I find able-bodied people who are “advocating” for PwD, don’t actually understand the politics surrounding PwD. I think the last post I read started with the able-bodied person saying something like “This is so and so, they are special needs”  I’m not even going to go into the amount of things wrong with that sentence. I think it’s possible to advocate for a person without sharing details of their personal life by sticking to the actual problems within the system, how in theory it could affect said PwD and offer a solution to prevent it from happening or happening again. I think it’s great so long as you understand and stick to the politics.

I wasn’t always able to advocate for myself, I learned from watching my parents. Like when I was in kindergarten and a school administrator told me I wasn’t allowed to use my wheelchair in the classroom and I was to leave it at the office in the mornings. It was a couple of weeks of navigating the hallways to my classroom making sure 8th graders didn’t step on my hands before my mom found out and when she did I watched as she worked her way through the right channels to change what was going on so I had access to my wheelchair during the school day. It’s important to advocate for people who can’t but there’s a difference between simply sharing life experiences and actual advocacy. Make sure you are actually advocating.

Hey. No shame right? -Sigh- #noshameday this is the long version As a young child I was diagnosed as OCD, as I got older it was pushed aside for the more popular, in the 90’s, ADHD diagnosis. I was very hyper so I could see where they were coming from. During my teen years I began seeing horrible hallucinations and my paranoias got worse. I got transferred to a mental health school for a year. Fought my way back to my highschool after that, one of my friends parents was trying to stop me. After highschool my anxiety got much worse. Puking and fainting at work, arguing with a roommate. After that roommate bailed I looked for extra help. Found out about my OCD and went to a doctor who also diagnosed me with an Anxiety disorder. After fainting in fish guts and puking everyday at work I was pointed towards getting PWD ( persons with disability), which I am on still. Even my boss advocated for me when I was applying at the ministry. After all that I still wanted to do something with my life. So off to college I went!… One semester in and the fainting and puking started again. Got my tuition fully refunded (I had very high grades) and got sent home. Now I live with the two most awesome roommates and I am seeing several professionals. Sadly this hasn’t stopped my psychosis from getting worse. Most people can’t tell I have mental health problems, so when I have panic attacks they get defensive or overly worried. I’ve puked on bus drivers and had to explain what happened as they yell at me for being a drunk, which I am not. While shopping I’ve suddenly started bashing my head into food… Leading to me.explaining my condition to the manager. Even been pulled aside by worried cops who think I am high. Heck I was at the hospital and my dad had to fight with them to get them to treat me for a panic attack and not drug overdose. Having an invisible disability really bloody sucks. You are not alone. People like us need to speak up and educate others so we can live healthy. The world won’t care for you like other disabled when they can’t see what’s wrong… Horrible truth.