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I don't know who needs to hear this but the I never let my disability/pain/illness stop me is an ableist and harmful narrative.
Sometimes chronic issues are dehabilitating and they do stop you.
And you shouldn't be made to feel guilty about it. Period.
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Not diagnosing a child doesn't mean they won't notice they're different. It just means that instead of thinking "I'm struggling because I have autism/adhd/anxiety/depression/schizophrenia", they will just conclude that they are struggling because they are stupid, weak, annoying, unlovable, etc.
wishing all my asian american mutuals a very safe and good day today
You'll get more chances. At friendships. At relationships. At job/school related progress. At following your dreams. At chasing your passions. It's not now or never. There will always be other chances and other opportunities.
hi in case it’s not clear enough: this isn’t a terf-friendly blog and if you are one, even a “secret” one, please unfollow!
tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.
lmao your pancreas can produce insulin? that's kinda cringe bro
You’re all so “woke” and “fuck stigmas” when it comes to mental health and disabilities as a whole but when it’s about diabetes you crack out the jokes.
Man, the only joke here is you.
You hate yourself so loudly. You hate yourself at the top of your lungs. Your loathing for yourself permeates your speech. “Sorry I’m just rambling.” “Don’t worry about it.” “Just ignore me.” “Sorry if I’m annoying you.” “Sorry I don’t make sense.” “Sorry about that.” Sorry, sorry, sorry. You act as if you have to beat everyone else to the punch. As if the punching bag is you. If you hate yourself first, if you hate yourself loudest, then nobody will hurt you. You clapped your hands over your ears and shut your eyes and balled yourself up so that you’d never have to experience people’s loathing for you. And it meant you never heard their love. You drowned it out. You screamed your hatred over it. And you never got to hear it.
soft reminders:
keep making art when no one sees it.
keep taking care of yourself when you’re tired.
keep trying when you don’t see progress.
