Dont Let Anyone Tell You Otherwise - Blog Posts

i really hate coming out but still want my extended family to know, so my mother took it upon herself to invent the game “guess which one of my kids is gay.”

the rules are simple.

sit down with uncle so-and-so

he says something about gay people in passing

my mom says “there’s a gay person at this table right now. guess which of my kids it is!

he looks frantically between the three of us trying to figure out if she’s joking or not and trying desperately not to offend anyone but also she won’t continue with the conversation unless he makes a guess so he has to make a guess

we all enjoy his discomfort immensely

quick reminder that my own lesbian-nonbinary-ass genuinely supports the hell outta each and every one of you. regardless if i know you or not, im happy to be living in this shithole of a life in the same world with you.

and im proud of you, i know in my heart just how beautiful, amazing, talented, smart, and worthy you are and i hope you can see that too🏳️‍🌈🌈

reblog if you think aros and aces (or anyone on the aroace spectrum) are queer

trying to prove something to my mother ^^

REBLOG IF YOUR BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR AROMANTIC PEOPLE AND IF YOU THINK THEY ARE VALID

I want to see how many people actually are willing to say this and not just act like it

I said what I said period point blank

You know, sometimes I struggle to call myself disabled. And it’s not because I think the word “disabled” is inherently negative or demeaning. (I’ve long since grown out of that mindset.)

Really, half the time I feel like, “well, I can still hold my own in hearing spaces! I don’t even use aids! I don’t have it that bad. I’m not disabled enough.”

But even so, if I’m not focusing hard on the person speaking to me, I probably wont be able to understand them.

If a room has background noise, or if someone is standing on my left side, hearing them will basically be impossible.

If people aren’t right in front of me they really have to project or else I won’t be able to understand a word they say.

It takes so much energy every day to make sure I’m hearing and understanding everything around me.

I am disabled.

Yet general society has pushed the narrative that disabled people cannot function ever. To truly count as disabled, you must always be cared for. You must always be in a wheelchair. You must always have aids. If your struggle isn’t immediately obvious, are you really disabled?

And that’s bullshit to me. Because all it leads to is being infantilized, looked down upon, and scrutinized endlessly. It’s especially bad for those who are neurodivergent or otherwise mentally disabled.

We shouldn’t have to live like that. We shouldn’t have to justify and prove our suffering to everyone we meet so we can get the accommodations we need. We shouldn’t have to be looked down upon for being disabled.