Not My Dad Having Called Me A Slur Used For Physically Disabled People Anytime I Was Injured Or In Pain

I don’t think I’ve talked much about having a service dog on here, but maybe I should

Boom used to be my service dog, I got him the summer before my last year of high school bcuz I needed a nurse 24/7 to ensure I could eat/sleep/stay alive due to a recent very traumatizing event in my life and my mom came up with the service dog idea.

Getting him was hard. And expensive. No trainers were up to my standards. I, who could barely take care of myself, had to train my own dog. The problem is no matter how hard I worked, my own family or other trainers would ruin it all by messing up my commands, by letting my dog do things I had trained him not to do. It wasn’t training anymore, I ended up simply having breakdowns because everyone kept ruining my dog. People close to me thought they could be an exception to the rules I had taught my MEDICAL AID because surely my DOG would learn the difference between them and strangers.

Eventually I brought him to school. Printed papers explaining what a service dog was and how to behave around him and I plastered them all over the place.

People barked at him, petted him, tried to grab his attention.

His harness was hot pink, patches and signs on it that very clearly said “DO NOT TOUCH” and shit like that.

Someone defaced one of the papers.

Going to school was already hard, I could barely leave the house, my mom had to accompany me to the school doors every morning and then a social worker at school would greet me there and take care of me throughout the day.

I had my own locker at a floor mostly unoccupied so I wouldn’t see other people much and my dog wouldn’t be too distracted.

But it was still to much and I ended up dropping out four months before graduation.

I couldn’t leave the house. I had Boom but he wasn’t perfect yet. People kept ruining him.

But eventually I managed to leave the house. Go to a shopping mall from time to time with him to just walk and have fun.

Too many times people came up to me to tell me the gear I used was hurting my dog. Too many times people came up to me to tell me that their own dog died. Too many people came up to him and pet him without even acknowledging my presence. Too many people telling me they wished they could bring their pets anywhere. Too many people disrespecting me and my service dog.

I stopped going out. I stopped being with my dog.

All this stress and trauma drove a wedge between my dog and I. I consider him my mother’s dog now.

I had to learn to handle myself alone when I went out. It took me years to learn to go out by myself. Only last year I started doing that.

My dog doesn’t live in my room with me anymore.

Having a service dog did still save my life. But those around me ruined that. They made it about themselves. They prioritized my dog over me. My dog that LOVES working. If you tell him “do you want to go to work” chances are he’ll get so excited he will attempt to do a backflip.

We used to have a deep bond. That bond is now broken. People took that from us.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is:

Let people and their service dogs alone.

You are not an exception.

You are not special.

You are disrupting the dog’s training and distracting it.

You are endangering a human life because you can’t resist petting the cute dog.

This isn’t about you. This is about a disabled person trying to simply live their lives.

You don’t know what you’re talking about, your advice is unsolicited and lacks understanding of what the life of a working dog is.

Just leave us alone.

the next person who tries to tell me   “you just need to do X to cure your chronic illness!”   is going to get beaten to death with a binder of my entire compiled medical history

I was having such a good morning.

I was volunteering at my favorite place to volunteer, cheering people on at a 1k and 5k for the holidays (for the holidays) and I was on my feet for three hours straight and I was okay.

But when they brought the volunteers back to home base, I stepped of them golf cart and my ankle shot pain up my leg.

God dammit.

So now I’m sitting in the ground waiting for my ride and trying not to aggravate my ankle anymore.

Favorite pride memory?

Ok so as I’ve said before, I’ve never been to a pride parade or protest because I’m not exactly allowed to go, but I do quietly celebrate pride.

Last year, I was inspired by a video I saw to make a cactus sweater! Y’know cause ace/aro cactus! So that’s probably my favorite pride memory

Nonbinary doesn’t mean “woman”

Nonbinary doesn’t mean “slightly female”

Nonbinary doesn’t mean “masculine girl”

NONBINARY ≠ AFAB

I Will head canon Frankie Stein with Ehlers Danlos Hypermobility and no one will stop me.

10 children a day lose their limbs in Gaza. All hospitals in Gaza are basically barely functioning and the amputations are done in unsanitary conditions and without anesthesia

Read up on intersectionality in the pride community!

Okay so I know a lot about this kinda stuff because my friends use a lot of labels that people often over generalize as being “basically the same thing” when that’s not true.

Sure they have similarities, but similarities don’t mean they’re identical.

The biggest example is probably bi, Pan, poly, omni.

As I personally know at least one person each who identifies with one of these labels, I’m do my best to break it down from how it’s been explained to me.

Bi

Being attracted to two or more genders

Poly

Being attracted to multiple genders

Omni

Being attracted to all gender/lack of but maybe having preferences, maybe not, but acknowledges different genders

Pan

Being attracted to people regardless of gender

I am not an expert and some people may use these terms in different ways, I am merely restating what I have heard.

These labels are often widely down to,

“Oh, you’re basically bi”

Which is some stupid shit

They are similar

Not the same.

Favorite LGBTQIA+ tumblr!

For sure would have to be @crimson-chains

I absolutely love all of their works and am always waiting. For them to update both on tumblr and their other accounts.

If you see this @crimson-chains, I want you to know that you bring so much joy into my life and are an absolutely amazing artist and storyteller, thank you for all you do!

I was looking into break rooms (those places that give u a bat and let u smash stuff) and this line got me