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I've been disabled for almost 29 years. Here's what I've learned.
Tablets sink and capsules float. Separate out your tablets and capsules when you go to take them. Tip your head down when taking capsules and up when taking tablets. Liquigels don't matter, they kinda stay in the middle of whatever liquid is in your mouth.
If your pill tastes bad, coat it with a bit of butter or margarine. I learned this from my mom, who learned it from a pharmacist.
Being in pain every day isn't normal. Average people experience pain during exceptional moments, like when they stub their toe or jam their finger in a door, not when they sit cross-legged.
Make a medical binder. Make multiple medical binders. I have a small one that comes with me to appointments and two big ones that stay at home, one with old stuff and one with more recent stuff.
Find your icons. Some of mine include Daya Betty (drag queen with diabetes), Stef Sanjati (influencer with Waardenburg syndrome and ADHD), and Hank Green (guy with ulcerative colitis who... does a bunch of stuff). They don't have to be disabled in the same way as you. They don't even have to be real people. Put their pictures up somewhere if you want; I've been meaning to decorate my medical binders with pictures of my icons.
Take a bin, box, bag, basket, whatever and fill it with items to cope with. This can be stuff for mentally coping like colouring books or play clay or stuff for physically coping like pain medicine or physio tape.
Decorate your shit! My cane for at home has a plushie backpack clip hanging from the end of the handle and my cane for going places is covered in stickers. All of my medical binders have fun scrapbooking paper on the outside. Sometimes, I put stickers and washi tape on my inhalers and pill bottles. I used my Cricut to decorate my coping bin with quotes from my icons, like "I've seen enough of Ba Sing Se" and "I need you to be angrier with that bell".
If a flare-up is making you unable to eat or keep food down, consider going to the ER. A pharmacist once told me that since my eye flares can make me so nauseous that I cannot eat, then I need to go to the hospital when that happens.
Cola works wonders for nausea. I have mini cans of Diet Pepsi in my coping bin.
Shortbread is one of the only things I can eat when nauseous. Giant Tiger sells individually-wrapped servings of shortbread around Christmas or the British import store sells them year-round. I also keep these in my coping bin.
Unless it violates a pain contract or something, don't be afraid to go behind your doctor's back to get something they are refusing you. I got my cardiologist referral by getting in with a different NP at my primary care clinic than who I usually saw. I switched from Seroquel to Abilify by visiting a walk-in.
If you have a condition affecting your abdomen in some way (GI issues, reproductive problems, y'know) then invest in track pants that are too big. I bought some for my laparoscopy over a year ago and they've been handy for pelvic pain days, too. I've also heard loose pants are good for after colonoscopies.
Do whatever works, even if it's weird. I've sat on the floor of the Eaton Centre to take my pills. I've shoved heating pads down my front waistband to reach my uterus.
High-top Converse are good for weak ankles. I almost exclusively wear them.
You can reuse your pill bottles for stuff. I use my jumbo ones to store makeup sponges and my long skinny ones to hold a travel-size amount of Q-Tips.
Just because your diagnostics come back with nothing, it doesn't mean nothing is wrong. Maybe you were checking the wrong thing, or the diagnostic tool wasn't sensitive enough. I have bradycardia episodes even though multiple cardiac tests caught nothing. I probably have endometriosis even though my gynecologist didn't see anything.
You can bring your comfort item to appointments, and it's generally a green flag when someone talks to you about it. I brought a Squishmallow turkey (named Ulana) to my laparoscopy and they had her wearing my mask when I woke up. I brought a Build-A-Bear cat (named Blinx) to another procedure and a nurse told me that everyone in the hall on the way to the procedure room saw him and were talking about how cute he was. Both of those ended up being positive experiences and every person who talked to me about my plushies was nice to me. If you don't feel comfortable having it visible to your provider during the appointment, you can hide it in your bag and just know it's there, or if you're in a video appointment, you can hold it below frame in your lap.
Get a small bucket, fill it with stuff, and stick it in your bed (if you have room for it). I filled a bucket with Ensure, juice boxes, oatmeal bars, lotion, my rescue inhaler, etc. in October 2023 in anticipation of my laparoscopy and I still have it in my bed as of January 2025.
If your disability impacts your impulse control (e.g. ADHD, bipolar disorder), you should consider setting limits around your spending -- no more than X dollars at a time, nothing online unless it's absolutely necessary, and so on. Or, run these purchases by someone you trust before committing to them; I use my BFF groupchat to help talk sense into myself when I buy stuff.
Feel free to add on what you've learned about disability!
If you have memory problems, brain fog, or executive functioning issues, it doesn’t help how many hints, coping mechanisms, and tools you learn if you can’t remember what they are, or muster the brainpower to choose which one to use. Make a flowchart, a list of if-then statements, whatever you need, and print out copies of it and stick them up around your house in places where you find yourself being the most incapacitated (bed, couch, etc) so when you need it most, all you have to do is look over at it and boom- past you already figured out what you might need in this scenario and the answer is there!
this is my own flowchart I made for managing executive dysfunction and task initiation with ADHD. It’s *really* complicated so might be too overwhelming for some folks, I just like it like that myself because it’s thorough! I have this printed out in multiple places around my home that I tend to get stuck.
oh my goodness, one of dian fossey’s first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badly that by the time she’d gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her: “Nearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.”
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The lead up to that sentence is gold:
[Image transcript: porch. The group had been day-nesting and sunbathing when I contacted them, but upon my approach they nervously retreated to obscure themselves behind thick foliage. Frustrated but determined to see them better, I decided to climb a tree, not one of my better talents. The tree was particularly slithery and, try as I might, no amount of puffing, pulling, gripping, or clawing succeeded in getting me more than a few feet aboveground. Disgustedly, I was about to give up when Sanwekwe came to my aid by giving one mighty boost to my protruding rump; tears were running from his eyes as he was convulsed in silent laughter. I felt as inept as a baby taking its first step. Finally able to grab on to a conveniently placed branch, I hauled myself up into a respectful semislouch position in the tree about twenty feet from the ground. By this time I naturally assumed that the combined noises of panting, cursing, and branch-breaking made during the initial climbing attempts must have frightened the group on to the next mountain. I was amazed to look around and find that the entire group had returned and were sitting like front row spectators at a sideshow. All that was needed to make the image complete were a few gorilla-sized bags of popcorn and some cotton candy! This was the first live audience I had ever had in my life and certainly the least expected.]
imagine some freakish not-a-human alien THING has shown up out of nowhere and is trying to get into your office building to study you. but it has no idea how to get past a revolving door. it tries for three hours. by the time it finally understands the concept of a revolving door and squeeze into the building everyone in the office is crowded into the lobby to watch and call helpful suggestions. it’s conclusively determined that the alien is definitely not a threat, except maybe to itself.
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I just saw a video title on YouTube that said something like “Why is glass transparent?” And that’s an interesting question and I’m sure it’s great that the video exists but my first thought was like “Because glass is terrible, obviously.” Because it’s unwieldy and let’s out warmth and needs to be heated to hundreds of degrees to be shaped and turns into hundreds of tiny daggers if you drop it. Why the hell would we bother with that if it didn’t have some magical quality like being totally transparent despite being solid? Glass is transparent because if it weren’t, we’d use something else.
looking through my “me” tag and this is apparently what I was thinking 3 years ago
If you’re still curious we did not start working glass for its transparency. It was most likely started as a sanitary concern. Glass is easy to clean with soap and water, once it’s cleaned out you can use it again for anything and no germs or flavor from the previous meal or drink will remain.
Other materials at the time, namely clay, would absorb flavors and germs meaning that if you ate beef off a clay plate your next meal with that plate could have beef flavor and microbes common on cow meat on it. That would leak out seemingly at random no less. Heck imagine a sick person coughing into their soup bowl and then months later their germs hiding in the clay would pop out to infect whole new people.
Also the earliest human use of glass we know of is for its sharpness. Pre-historic people would use volcanic glass as sharp knives for food preparation. Also beads. Pretty much any new substance humans get their hands on for most of our history we immediately try to make into beads.
The fact that it could become see through was a side benefit.
this is amazing and I’m really glad I reblogged that old bullshit post because I got to learn this
Glass was first manufactured about 4,000 years ago in Mesopotamia as beads and a little later, small, beautifully colored vessels for holding scent and other luxury goods. It likely had nothing to do with sanitary concerns, and everything to do with making something that resembled semi-precious stones but was more malleable and less expensive.The earliest glass was made by pouring molten glass in molds. Later, it was made using what’s called “core forming technique,” in which a shape is made out of mud and dung. The shape is dipped in molten glass, decorative threads of glass and handles applied, and the neck and rim, worked. When it’s cooled, the core is removed, and you have a lovely little perfume bottle.
As time went on and manufacturing techniques improved, glass vessels began to also be made for other purposes, primarily, ewers for pouring liquids (probably mostly wine) and cups to drink it with. It was still a luxury good, mostly core-formed or molded, and opaque.
By the first century BCE, glassworkers in Syria were figuring out how to use a hollow rod to blow into a blob of glass. Blowing a bubble of glass into a mold made it possible to produce lightweight glass with elaborate patterns and shapes thin enough to let light through.
But early translucent blown glass wasn’t necessarily clear. The color of glass depends on the minerals present in the sand that is melted down to make the “metal,” which is what glassblowers call the molten glass. To make transparent glass, you need high-purity silica sand, at least 90% silicon dioxide, with as little iron as possible. Even small amounts of iron in the sand produce glass with a blue or green tint.
By the 1st century BCE, glassworkers had figured out that adding antimony to the metal could de-color glass. Antimony reacts with iron in a way that prevents the iron from interfering with how lightwaves pass through, effectively decoloring the glass.
Blown glass was much cheaper to produce, and the Romans basically mass-produced glass in a wide variety of shapes, functions, and colors. They made a lot of transparent, or nearly transparent glass. The Romans understood that perfectly clear glass came from very specific kinds of sand. Glass during the Roman era became about as cheap as pottery and anyone could have at least a few glass cups, jars, or trinkets.
By the 3rd century CE, however, antimony stopped being used as a decolorant, and eventually, by the Middle Ages, lead oxide was used instead. Lead makes the glass softer and easier to work, but also masks iron to produce perfectly crystal-clear glass.
In Europe and America, lead was the main decolorant for centuries. By about the 1860s, Americans started using manganese dioxide, which had been used in various places since ancient times as a decolorant. Europeans kept using lead for longer. Fun fact: “sun purpled” antique glass happens when the manganse reacts with solar radiation and turns purple. (This is considered a defect and highly undesirable among serious collectors of 19th C American glass.)
WWI interfered with the manganese market (Germany was the main supplier for Europe and the US) so the glass industry on both continents shifted to using selenium, which is still one of the main decolorants used in the glass industry today. Boron is a decolorant that also produces heat-resistant “borosilicate” glass. Iron oxide is still used to produce glass with exceptional clarity and brilliance, and for high-quality cut glass. Point of fact: it’s safe to drink from leaded glass but you shouldn’t store food or wine in it because there’s a chance lead could leach in over time. However, short contact is fine. Fill up your glass and drink it down!
I’m not gonna lie very little has been going according to keikaku these days
I was worried when he didn't rush out to greet me immediately but it was just because he was cozy.
they call me the text ignorer for reasons I'll probably explain to you in a few days or so
everyone is entitled to having Some Weird Guy. if they so choose
you will have to pry my Weird Guy from my cold dead hands. he is mine & he has charmed me.
[ ID: Two tweets by Jay Hulme @ JayHulmePoet that read as follows,
People go off about transphobes not knowing any better because they're 'old' and today my 90 year old Grandad gifted me one of his fancy suit jackets, complimented my terrible beard, and continued his extremely wholesome habit of calling me "sonny me lad".
So. Yeah.
I spent years terrified of coming out to him because he was in his 80's at the time so I wrote him a letter like "I'm a man, Gramps" and he was so proud he showed the letter to his neighbors and phoned me and opened with "So how's my Grandson?" and has never got a pronoun wrong.
/end ID. ]
I was kicked out of my home by my abusive parents shortly after I turned 18. Out of my parents, the most actively antagonistic was my mother, who refused to even acknowledge that I was trans. A year after I was kicked out, I moved across the country nearer to the area where my mother's extended family was. A few days after I arrived, I received the news that my grandmother, my mother's mother, had passed. Too worried about addressing the issue to my relatives in their grief, I stayed away.
Eventually I worked up the nerve to visit them, mainly to see and console my grandfather, but also because I couldn't bear the thought of losing all of my family because of who I was. I hadn't intended to come out, but when my grandfather asked me about the rift between my parents and me I ended up sitting down and crying as I came out to my grandfather, my great aunt and two of my second cousins.
My grandfather is definitely very neurodivergent and didn't seem to entirely grasp the concept of me being transgender, but he still told me encouragingly that it was not his job to tell me what I should do with my body, and that he was proud of me. My cousins both held me and told me they thought I was brave and would support me no matter what.
But I will never forget what my 92 year old, very southern, very religious great aunt said to me that day. She took my hand and called me by name, as I wept, before she leaned over to me knowledgeably and went, "There were some people I knew as a girl who were- they were born girls, but in their hearts they were really boys. And you could tell from the way they moved and acted… but their families wanted them to be girls. But I have always known people like you, and they were made that way because God wanted them to be that way and be true to themselves.
"I have loved you since the moment I saw you and I will still love you! You are becoming who you are, and that's good, because God made you that way! You are happy and I am happy! I am glad to have a nephew! I love you!"
Anyone who says older people get a pass to be transphobic just because they're old is full of shit.
Queer joy detected!
And to add. When my wife came out as trans my mother worried that my grandmother, who is turning 90 tomorrow, would not understand.
Grandma's reaction was: "Oh how lovely! Another granddaughter!"
need a hat that says I WONT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO AND ITS NOT BECAUSE IM DISINTERESTED AND DONT LIKE YOU I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND SOCIAL INTERACTION AS WELL AS MOST PEOPLE AND ASSUME BY DEFAULT MY PRESENCE IS UNWELCOME AS A PRECAUTIONARY MEASURE SO I KEEP TO MYSELF BUT I DONT MIND IF YOU INITIATE so i can wear it to work
A cat is a machine that turns proteins into violence.
#Helios was declawed by his former owners so he doesn't just slap things he dislikes like most cats#he really only feels confident in hissing at them#Especially because a lot of the thing he doesn't like are bugs and those are sharp sometimes :(#Selene has figured this out and now when she hears him hiss she sprints over the kill the fuck out of the bug#Helios has learned she will do this so he'll hiss at stuff louder and louder until she hears him#A nervous old man and his emotional support homicidal maniac tags by @gallusrostromegalus
I couldn't reblog without the tags because the context is hilarious
A Nervous Old Man (right) and his Emotional Support Violence Machine (Left)
Yes, he is more than twice her size. Yes, he is five times her age. Yes, he cries like a big baby until she kills Unacceptable Scary Things (earwigs) for him.
I couldn't get these two and their dynamic out of my head, @gallusrostromegalus I doodled them (guessed on their collars)
OH MY GOD MY CATS HAVE FANART
You're a really annoying soulslike monster. How do you lurk?
I perch like a gargoyle on some high vantage, glowering down at the world
I submerge myself in noisome muck with only my eyes poking above the surface
I wait behind a trap door or breakable wall, then burst out like BLAAARG
I look exactly like a pile of trash, debris, and/or bones until I stand up
I dwell in a deep and narrow hole and bite you when you try to look inside
I snipe you at range from a direction you wouldn't intuitively think to look
I come flying in from outside the camera's draw distance at Mach Fuck
I resemble some harmless environmental feature, forcing you to smash them all
I go invisible under certain conditions; can't go wrong with the classics!
I don't "lurk", as such, I just have a really bullshit spawn trigger
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hgtv show hosts: we made this dark disgusting house into a nice bright warm cozy masterpiece
the house:
needs a pop of color . . . I think some red accents would really give it that homey feel :)
Time to FROLIC!
Videos i like so much i painted them
btw "you are allowed to hate your oppressor" is about Your Personal Feelings As An Individual. that you are allowed to have whatever feelings you have about your experience being oppressed, and the fact that rage and hatred can be a powerful motivator to break away from the status quo and engage in revolutionary action against oppression, does not mean that no one is allowed to criticize an approach to liberation that is centered on rage and hatred given the very well recorded downsides to such an approach.
like "well POC are allowed to hate white people so women are allowed to hate men!" yeah and also, Malcom X himself realized he was wrong to disregard allyship with white people because coalition building between working class people of different races was actually quite important to overthrowing racial capitalism. plenty of feminists activists (particularly women of color, bisexuals, trans people, sex workers) have criticized feminism for separatism and gender essentialism and reluctance to form necessary coalitions across gender to meaningfully resist racist capitalist patriarchy.
none of this means You The Individual are not allowed to feel the emotion of hate in response of oppression, or that that emotion needs to be suppressed or stigmatized or shouldn't help motivate your resistance. but it's just naive and shortsighted to stop your revolutionary thought there.