I Feel Like Ass

girl who is sitting in a chair quietly with a neutral expression actually screaming very loudly in her head

being autistic and traumatized is realizing that people appreciate when you say hi or bye when entering or leaving a space and having to adjust your mannerisms to be more friendly

not everything you want to do needs to be good or profitable. please allow yourself to just make some doodles, write an unfinished poem, read half of a book per month, be a plant mom/dad with lots of dead plants, be able to play only twinkle twinkle little star on an instrument, dance weird, take ugly and out-of-frame photos.

everything you do is valuable, specially those you do because it makes you feel good.

studying medicine as a disabled chronically ill spoonie be like:

WILL I END UP BECOMING THE DOCTOR OR THE PATIENT!?!? STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!!!!

money is such an underrated accessibility option.

like people want to think any disabled person who is after money is morally suspect some way, because they're not asking for "treatments" or "accommodations" like a lot of our issues can be fixed way more easily with money. can't drive? paying for a taxi is often one of the more accessible alternatives. can't cook? you can pay more to have prepared food delivered to you. food restrictions? that food straight up costs more money. can't clean? you can pay for someone to do that. house inaccessible? having (lots) of money can help with that, you get the gist.

having money won't make us abled. it also won't stop our symptoms from being distressing, painful, or debilitating. but there's a huge gap in experience between the average poor disabled person and someone who's actually wealthy. you can buy your way out of some of the difficult situations most disabled people are left to rot in. wanting money, needing money, asking for money is pretty natural when it's such a useful tool. why get so weird about disabled people wanting money like i'm pretty sure everyone wants money anyway

“how do you get stuff done?” with tears in my eyes.

Uh-oh, coming down with a case of “what-if-a-bunch-of-other-people-experience-these-symptoms-as-bad-as-I-do-but-they-suck-it-up-and-work-anyway-and-I’m-just-being-a-little-bitch”-itis

one thing i do love about being obviously trans is seeing the unbridled wonder at my existence in the eyes of a child whose parent is staring at me like they're going to kill me once we all leave the store

Shoutout to the “gross” disabled people.

Shoutout to my homies who puke

Shoutout to my homies with ostomies

Shoutout to my homies with catheters

Shoutout to my homies who drool

Shoutout to my homies with facial disfigurements/differences

Shoutout to my homies in diapers

Shoutout to my homies who struggle with personal hygiene

Shoutout to every disabled person who’s ever been called “gross”

Y’all are beautiful and perfect the way you are. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise