I'm a girl in a plant skin!

This blog is only one component of my garden of war and pointless cursed autistic doodles, resistance is futile and my army is growing per pledged allegiance. But theirs really nothing to worry about anyways... no lives (to my knowledge) were taken because of me or my actions so you're good for now i guess.

My dad just called me a disability slur...and my mom is trying to make ME out as in the wrong because i dared to get angry about it.

I....what the fuck. Because i couldn’t pick up invisible micro pieces of glass shards i shouldn’t even be forced to pick up?! I genuinely don’t know what to think about that...i live with these people my whole life, and that’s how he sees me as?

#tw: slurs #vent that's significantly too real #what do i do after that?#my dad is also disabled. but that doesn't fucking change ANYTHING of what he called me!