“…only 3.6% of Nova Scotia’s health budget is spent on mental health…" 

"For many years the province contributed virtually nothing to the CMHA while expecting [it] to run public education programs, mount workshops for various professions, support community mh centres, provide volunteers to visit the mh institutions, and establish community-based programs for the post-mentally ill….The lack of federal money for mh after dedicated post-war grants ceased meant that access to cost-shared dollars and project grants was limited.  Going after project funding…has consumed a disproportionately large amount of energy.  The lack of support for the CMHA has resulted in the sacrifice of much talent in the field of mental health.” [Protect, Befriend, Respect: Nova Scotia’s Mental Health Movement 1908-2008, 2008] p.1-3

(see this is EXACTLY why i’m v critical of the glut of awareness campaigns that move focus away from actual mental health funding and health care/programming/community supports for people living with mental illness. it’s a smokescreen, and without the latter you’re not going to decrease stigma or have people able to participate in the community anyway.)

a thing

does it ever just hit you that if any healthy person was in the amount of pain you were, theyd be in the hospital?

theyd be getting care and treatment and get well cards and help and above all, theyd be getting better.

and its like, you try your hardest not to upset about the fact that you need to fight to be believe, fight to get treatment and fight to even be able to talk about your issues without it being seen as complaining.

it fucks me up my guy.

i really hate those posts that are like “this or that is the only thing that validates the existence of the selfie stick” or like just negativity about selfie sticks in general

because like i cant speak for every disable person but for me a selfie stick would be pretty damn useful because i cant raise my arms to take selfies

so like maybe consider that something might be made for use by people that arent able-bodied????

also theres nothing wrong with selfie sticks if youre not disabled?????? like i dont see what the problem is?????

ASAN Announces Release of New Plain Language Guide to Voting Rights for People With Disabilities
With two weeks left before Election Day, ASAN is pleased to announce the release of a new plain language voting rights guide for people with intellectual, developmental, and psychiatric disabilities. ASAN developed the guide in coalition with the Bazelon Center for Mental Health Law, the National Disability Rights Network, and law firm Schulte, Roth & …
By Autistic Self Advocacy Network

anonymous asked:

(For anyone!) I've had a couple different chronic illnesses and disabilities over the years, and was wondering if anybody has any tips for dealing with being limited in what you can do and how to explain to friends and family that there are some things you just can't do?

okay so!! I too have many chronic illness and disabilities. and it’s hard admitting that you can’t do some things!! there are lots of ways to approach telling someone you can’t do something, but the best way is to flat out say no. explain that you have limitations, hard lines you can’t cross, and you know your own body enough to know that this (whatever it is) is just one of those lines. if they love you, they’ll at least try to understand (even if they really don’t).

the hardest part for me, at least, is the feeling of shame. i get very anxious and feel really ashamed when i can’t do something that everyone else can do, and i have to say out loud that i can’t do those things. it makes me feel like a burden. but you can’t push yourself past those limits! so you just have to bite the bullet and say, “listen. i understand that you want me to do (insert whatever here), but I can’t. my body won’t let me. i’m sorry if this inconveniences you, but this is a hard line i can’t cross and you have to understand that.”

there’s also spoon theory! this is a really good way of explaining to friends and family about sacrifices you have to make and how you make decisions on what to do and not do.


My Turn

When will it be my turn
To face bureaucratic judgement
And be thrown to corporate wolves?

When will it be my turn
To contend with the right-wing wrath
For daring to be alive yet ill?

When will it be my turn
To experience the cruelty
Of a broken system?

When will it be my turn
To risk my short lived life
For the sake of austerity?

Consumer Reports Names Hospitals With High C. Diff Infection Rates
C. Diff, a deadly infection, is on the rise in U.S. hospitals. See what Consumer Reports recommends you do, plus check out our new hospital ratings.

This is a good resource for folks who end up in and out of the hospital. Not only can it warn you away from or help you prep for a visit to a specific hospital, but they provide some decent ways you can be active in preventing infection—just scroll on down a bit and take a look!

The Death of Deborah Danner
Remember the name: Deborah Danner. She was killed by a New York police sergeant on Tuesday in her Bronx apartment.

“Ms. Danner, 66, now joins a tragic group of people whose mental illness leads them into a dangerous, often fatal, collision with the police. She would have been another cipher, another mental-health casualty, her inner struggles known only to her family and friends, but for a remarkable essay she wrote four years ago, “Living With Schizophrenia,” which her lawyer shared with The Times.”

anonymous asked:

anon again: I'd like a healthy child obviously but I wouldn't have an abortion if the fetus "only" had Down syndrome or a disability that still allows me to communicate with my child. if it happens later in life (accident, etc) I'd try and care for my child (with whom I've already built a connection) as best as a could, but if tests show that kind of disability in utero I'd just prevent it and abort? it's not like the fetus will ever know and it'll prevent a lot of pain for me

That’s totally understandable. Unfortunately, we live in an extremely ableist society that doesn’t make very many accommodations for people with those types of severe disabilities, and we will always support your decision to abort without question. 


Bullying is me, at 14 years old, being constantly degraded and forced into masses of extra work and having to attend after school “classes for bad behaviour” three times a week for nearly a year because the teacher didn’t believe I was disabled yet didn’t want my poor work giving her a bad reputation.

Bullying is me, at 16 years old, being locked in a store cupboard by a guy who thought it was “hilarious” and gathered a huge crowd before letting me out so they could all laugh at me.

Bullying is when he bragged about it on Facebook, then when I went to the head of year like we’re always told he just said it had been “dealt with”. The boy received no punishment, I didn’t even get an apology.

Bullying caused me at the age of 18 to have a mental breakdown, to have to turn down my university place and spend the next year recovering before I could even start to get back into education

Discrimination is when, at 20, I finally got to university only to have to fight constantly for the right help. They put me a standard plan containing nothing that was actually helpful to me and actually parts of it made things worse. I finally got something sorted out but it was the end of year. I failed the course.

Discrimination is me now trying desperately to get a job, scared to admit I have a disability on my applications as that increases my chances of them just seeing me as a stereotype and deciding I’m too much hassle, scared too of how I’ll be viewed and what I’ll be forced to do if I start claiming benefits.

Discrimination is when I was constantly told to “shut up” and “nobody cares” growing up because I wanted to talk about my special interests but my parents didn’t believe I was autistic (except when it was convenient for them, to garner praise for “coping” with a disabled child). It’s when they even now still tell me off for stimming even at home, though I have no chance at living independently because I lack money and skills. This has lead to me having a habit of constantly apologising after doing or saying literally anything, even when people tell me its okay and they even enjoy hearing about my interests. 

Discrimination is when people still laugh or stare at me, a big tall grown woman carrying a soft toy and/or with ‘childish’ clothing, possibly buying and getting excited over something they would also consider childish, without realising that its probably the main reason why I’m managing to stay calm outside the house (especially if its somewhere new) or that what I’ve seen/bought makes me happy and that shouldn’t be a bad thing. What they also don’t realise is thats why I deny myself so much that does make me happy, why I’ve developed a hunched over walk to try and make myself feel as invisible as possible.

something movies,books, media, etc need to learn

disabilities dont go away or get easier because that disabled person entered a relationship.

the disability will never be harder on the s/o than it is on the disabled person.

the disabled person should never be portrayed as a burden, but as a human.

choosing to make the story about how hard it is being with a disabled person, rather than how hard it is dating while being disabled, is not representation for the disabled, it is representation for the partners of the disabled.

dont make the s/o out to be some savior or amazing person because get with/stayed with a disabled person.

all i can think of atm, but yall should add some

anonymous asked:

Hi... Do you have any advice for someone who began to have chronic pain recently? Besides going to the doctor and getting the meds. And how can other people help like family and close friends.

There’s nothing your family can really do other than understand your situation as best as possible. You may want to try to use the spoon theory or get advice from other people who have success stories with their family and friends.

For you personally, do your research on the medication. You may want to try different things out like marijuana or additional drugs that suit your situation like muscle relaxers.

You need to kind of have a game plan for different degrees of pain. Things like Netflix are really important, they should be covered by health insurance, use sites like that to have a list of movies and TV shows you can zone out into and are able to binge watch multiple times. Keep stuff near your bed in case of a bad flareup. Things like a favorite blanket, favorite books, a favorite stuffed animal; anything that brings you comfort or is easy to do that doesn’t take much energy.

You might also want to get a mini fridge for your night stand. You want to put things in them that are very simple and quick to eat and give you the most nutrition possible.

My “I’m dying” shelf in the fridge has Ensure which can give you a a lot of nutrition and a lot of calories in a very small drink and you can get by on one of them if you can only manage to drink one a day. I have Gatorade for dehydration but you also want water bottles. I recently started using these Hillshire Farm things

They have a few different kinds with different types of salami and cheese

I love them because each one is a bite-size so if I can only eat one I can do that really easily and it’s a way to get quick protein. I know people who have OCD also like them because they have the same amount of everything amount of everything so you can make every single one exactly the same, and if this is an issue you might also want to know that each one makes 8 which could be useful or not depending on what your OCD is like.

Something to normalize

I know we’ve established normalizing important minorities and all that jazz, but PLEASE normalize people with disabilities. First step is to familiarize yourself with it and actually have GOOD REPRESENTATION FOR IT!

For example, my lil bro is autistic. He has severe autism, to the point where if someone saw him at a grocery store, they would automatically know something’s wrong with him. He kind of has… abnormal tendencies (I really hate to say it). He can also make very abnormal and loud noises out of nowhere, and he can’t really communicate as efficiently and fluently as someone could normally have a day-to-day conversation back and forth. Therefore, he receives stares. A lot. When I was younger, it really bothered me because I was (and still am) very protective of my brother and I didn’t like people looking at him differently. Regardless of if he didn’t care (which he really isn’t conscious of his surroundings which is a good and bad thing) or if people aren’t used to people with disabilities/special needs.

I know whenever I bring up to people I have a brother who is autistic, they don’t necessarily know what that is. Or, they have some type of idea about it but not the whole picture. It’s kind of hard on my part breaking it down on what it is exactly and the different levels it can potentially be.

I’m not saying to “wake up and get used to it” but I’m saying we need more voices and more people to talk about this. We need people to educate other people about different types of disabilities, disorders, and special needs. We need representation. We just need to shed a lot more attention to those who can’t speak for themselves, like my brother. They matter too. That’s something I don’t see floating around Tumblr as much as talking about blm, LGBT+ community, certain particular disorders (I might make a separate post about that), etc. all are important, but we need to shed more attention on those who are disabled, have a disability, and those who have special needs.