Kdotfann - Black Beauty

We never go out of style ~

Gothic, Horror, and Haunted Houses, Part 2: Psycho (1960), The Innocents (1961), The Haunting (1963), Rosemary’s Baby (1968), The Legend of Hell House (1973), Suspiria (1977), The Sentinel (1977), The Changeling (1980).

Fallout: New Vegas (2010)

I want you to know how glad I am that you are running this blog, especially after what has happened. This is my message of support. I hope you get many more and I hope that you are safe.

Thank you, but I’m not safe. Myself and almost everyone I know have been hiding in their houses, even calling in sick to work, afraid to go anywhere because people are getting harassed and attacked all over. The KKK is literally marching in the streets proclaiming their “victory”. The scant resources or protections that have been keeping me and my closest people alive for the last few years have been “promised” to be removed, and without medical care or a safety net, we will die. Regulations that are supposed to keep our drinking water clean and our working environments safe are being removed, even more than they already have. Discrimination that keeps people from having homes, educations, and jobs is going to be legalized.

I realize there’s a lot of “we made it through [___], we’ll make it through this!” going around, but I’m not “we”. I’m a multiply disabled, chronically ill qpoc with a mountain of student debt, who is living in poverty with a physically disabled partner who only has access to medical care through the ACA and is waiting on an SSDI hearing. There’s already no heat in my house or car, and we live hand-to-mouth when it comes to food. And that’s not even the only direct threat, it’s just the most immediate one.

And I see a lot of people invoking history, but how long ago is history? Because after “reforms” to disability supports to the British system in 2011, literally thousands died within a week of having been deemed “fit for work”.  TENS of thousands died under Reagan, and if it’s not clear, I was alive through his entire term and remember it well. This is likely to be worse than that.

I’ve had friends and family over, and we all have found there’s not much to say or do but stare at the walls in despair, and derive small comfort from each others’ presence. We’ll do the best we can, but we all kind of know we’re not the ones who “make it through this.” I’m usually a fairly positive person but I’ve…kinda got nothing here.