This Is A Reminder That You Can Still Serve Cunt While Using A Mobility Aid, Hope That Helps

I wonder how soft these feathers feel.

really, just an excuse to draw some pretty wings...

plural culture is what do you mean it's not normal to make logical assumptions about all your life. what do you mean you're supposed to remember

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People with low spoons, someone just recommended this cookbook to me, so I thought I'd pass it on.

I always look at cookbooks for people who have no energy/time to do elaborate meal preparations, and roll my eyes. Like, you want me to stay on my feet for long enough to prepare 15 different ingredients from scratch, and use 5 different pots and pans, when I have chronic fatigue and no dishwasher?

These people seem to get it, though. It's very simple in places. It's basically the cookbook for people who think, 'I'm really bored of those same five low-spoons meals I eat, but I can't think of anything else to cook that won't exhaust me'. And it's free!

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The Sad Bastard Cookbook by tRaum Books

by Rachel A. Rosen and Zilla Novikov || Food you can make so you don't die.

what people think self diagnosis is: “lol I saw a tiktok of this disorder and it looks super fun so I’m gonna tell people I have it”

what it actually is: “I’ve had all these really bad symptoms for such a long time and i don’t have access to proper healthcare so I’ve been doing a lot of research and cross checking and talking to people who have this condition/disorder and they agree that I seem to have it. I’ve also looked into other disorders and conditions with similar symptoms but this one seems to match up with my experiences perfectly and learning about other people who live and deal with it makes me feel so seen so I’m going to self diagnose with it but I still understand that I may be wrong and if I ever do receive proper medical treatment I will be fully open to accepting it’s something else.”

me when my anything:

girls when their favorite character:

Fronting experiences!

1. The helicopter parent

Alter just pops in out of nowhere uninvited and starts giving opinions on what you're doing

2. Curious child

Alter just starts asking you a bunch of questions on what you're doing and shenanigans out of nowhere

3. Thrown in

You're struggling! Quick gatekeeper! Throw a motherfucker here to help!!

4. The corner whisperer

You don't even notice they're in front with you until you hear them whispering from a corner all of your darkest thoughts

5. I'm coming for you bitch

You say 1 thing about an alter and then you can hear them sprinting to front, too late, he found you!

6. Positive hyperfixation trigger

Oh no i mention bees, now the little is fronting and babbling non-stop about them!

7. "ACTSHUALLY ☝️🤓"

You make one single mistake and THAT motherfucker comes out of nowhere to tell you how wrong you are, THANKS JACKASS

8. Party!

A lot of alters just front cuz something fun IS happening!!

9. Party! /Neg

A lot of alters just front cuz something horrible IS happening!!

10. You kinda just wake up together

You get to front and the other guy is just there with you too, alright then

“Americans believe in big portions! That’s so crazy.” Look at this European getting scammed into paying for 100 calories worth of food. Fool. Idiot. You wish you could have this 16 ounce Big Gulp and this serving of rice I will eat off for three days but you can’t. Cope and seethe.

sometimes DID is screaming crying hellish agony and sometimes it’s trying to figure out WHO THE FUCK DOWNLOADED 117 PICTURES OF SHARKS ON OUR PHONE

sometimes i start to slide back into the mindset of "what if I'm not really disabled and I'm just faking it" or "what if everything could be cured by just doing x, y, z" etc.

and then i remember that during lockdown in 2020 i spent 6 months — like every single minute of that six months — focused on taking care of my health and doing everything right

i slept 8+ hours, i drank lots of water, i got a decent amount of (non-straining) exercise, i went for walks and got fresh air, i ate balanced meals, etc. etc.

and my health got worse.

i did everything right, continuously, for months, and was still disabled. there is literally nothing i could have done to "fix it". i'm not faking it, i was alone (mostly) and trying to convince myself that everything was fine, and i was still in debilitating pain.

everything has been so much better with disability aids. having my cane has been life-changing. using sensory aids, life-changing! a non-disabled person wouldn't benefit this much from disability aids!!!

i think this is coming up again for me because I've become a relatively well-known person on campus for disability (and queer!) issues, and despite having all of my lived experience and the drive to deal with things, i still feel underqualified.

there are other people who are "more disabled", or have "been disabled" longer than me (since things were really only dealt with during lockdown after my experiment, it's only been like 3-4 years with a diagnosis). sometimes i feel like i'm taking away an opportunity from someone that would be more qualified to do things.

logically though, i'm not. most of these things i have either started myself, or other people have convinced me to get involved with because i seem "qualified" to talk about it. I've had four meetings this week about campus accessibility, people actively seek me out to ask questions, i do regularly deal with ableism and inaccessibility even if it's to a lesser extent than some other people — but the stuff i'm doing is to help everyone, not for personal gain. i'm not pretending to be disabled for selfish reasons. there are clear access barriers that directly affect me as well and i am doing everything in my power to take them down.

anyways you can't really fake being disabled, especially not to yourself. ;)