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@creatorofcalmqueerchaos
THIS BLOG IS MOVING
Hi all! Big update happening: this blog is moving to my main, which is now called @creator-of-calm-queer-chaos. Updates will be underway, and this will be reblogged over and over in the hopes that more people see this. This blog will stay open so I can find old things I've reblogged without having to reblog over 3,000 posts, but will be inactive.
Thank y'all for so much love and support, and I'll see you guys there!
I went out with 3 of my friends today. I found a place that claimed to have wheelchair accessible walks, and we went off the path, and my wheelchair got stuck a thousand times.
We laughed so hard, and they pushed me (I can't propel myself very far) and we took photos and we laughed more and we went through mud and fine sand and thistles, and then we ate croissants at a café and when we got back to the car we had ice cream and
I wish I could go back to my child self and show them this day. I wish I could say, One day you'll be part of things and people will be glad to have you around, and they won't complain about pushing you up a steep grade or through a bog, and they will want to hear your shitty jokes and when you gasp and say LOOK A BABY BUNNY they will stop to look and it will be exactly as magical as you're imagining now.
You can find a place where you're appreciated and loved and supported. You can. I believe it.
I went to a carnival with my friends the other day, and even though my shoulder was dislocated all of them were willing to push me wherever we went, and when they went on the rides I couldn't go on, I sat and took pictures of them so we could all remember the day. I bought cheesy dinosaur shirts and we all found matching cow shirts. We went through the fair and found little Lego sets that we all loved, and when I got overwhelmed all of them were willing to find a quiet spot to sit and relax in. Even when I started having a tic attack, we left very quickly and got pizza.
I really needed this post to remind me that it's easiest to feel like you're a burden when people treat you like a burden. But I promise you're not, you'll find people who want you around.
I bought a house with my partner. I am allowed to paint the walls exactly the way I want them painted, in exactly the order I want them painted. I put up the painter's tape myself and I pull it down (so satisfying). I decide if the walls need another coat or if a spot needs touching up, and I am not shamed or berated for my "pickiness". In fact, my partner walks in and says "wow, it looks amazing in here. Great job, handsome." He does not touch me when I am sweaty and sore, but waits until I have had my shower and come back to myself.
The food in our cupboards is food I will eat - or at least our cupboards contain nothing I hate and am expected to eat anyway. There is always something to snack on for when food is Bad and eating is Hard. There are no doors on the cupboards, the better to remember that food exists and can be accessed easily.
There are soft things everywhere. The lights are kept low and soon we will put up fairy lights for supplemental lighting. My sensory needs are met and respected, and I am safe.
My partner puts my walker in his car and drives me places - and does not object when I would rather be the one driving, relinquishes control as easily as breathing. He checks to make sure I am okay, that I am not pushing too hard; he believes me when I say I can or cannot do something. He slows down to keep pace when I am tired or in pain, and never, ever rushes me.
You will build a home some day, and it will be just as beautiful and safe as mine.
I now live in a place where there is no screaming or yelling. I no longer walk on eggshells by simply existing in my own home. There is no more pressure on me to sacrifice my limited energy to do more because there is no desperate need for me to escape.
The dishes are allowed to stay in the sink overnight and the world does not explode if the bathroom is not cleaned top-to-bottom weekly before Sunday evening. My roommate and partner believes me when I say I cannot do something, and I feel safe and comfortable to ask for help when I need it.
I am unlearning the involuntary hesitation of inviting people to my home, and learning that it's okay to let people in even if their time in my life is only temporary.
I never would have been able to imagine this as a teenager, or even through college. It does get better. It's worth hanging around for.
I have the job I’ve wanted since I was 15 supporting queer and questioning young people with the organisation that was my lifeline when I was younger. I am treated as a person not just someone who can do a job: when I call off sick my boss tells me to make sure I rest up well and don’t come back too soon.
They’re installing a hoist and changing table so I don’t have to go across town in all weathers to use the toilet. In general at work my experience of disability is valued and when I point out that something isn’t accessible I’m thanked for my insight rather than treated like a problem or asking too much.
And after years of missing out on school trips, days out with friends, family holidays and university social events, I’m now surround by people who care about me so much that the idea of leaving me behind and and not inviting me is unthinkable. My boss is even trying really hard to figure out a way for me to go camping like I used to when I’m a child – from finding a tent that’s accessible and big enough for a bed, tilt in space commode/ shower chair and a mobile hoist to making sure there’s electricity to charge my chair and equipment.
I am loved and part of the wider community and supported to live a life I love.
THIS BLOG IS MOVING
Hi all! Big update happening: this blog is moving to my main, which is now called @creator-of-calm-queer-chaos. Updates will be underway, and this will be reblogged over and over in the hopes that more people see this. This blog will stay open so I can find old things I've reblogged without having to reblog over 3,000 posts, but will be inactive.
Thank y'all for so much love and support, and I'll see you guys there!
THIS BLOG IS MOVING
Hi all! Big update happening: this blog is moving to my main, which is now called @creator-of-calm-queer-chaos. Updates will be underway, and this will be reblogged over and over in the hopes that more people see this. This blog will stay open so I can find old things I've reblogged without having to reblog over 3,000 posts, but will be inactive.
Thank y'all for so much love and support, and I'll see you guys there!
THIS BLOG IS MOVING
Hi all! Big update happening: this blog is moving to my main, which is now called @creator-of-calm-queer-chaos. Updates will be underway, and this will be reblogged over and over in the hopes that more people see this. This blog will stay open so I can find old things I've reblogged without having to reblog over 3,000 posts, but will be inactive.
Thank y'all for so much love and support, and I'll see you guys there!
THIS BLOG IS MOVING
Hi all! Big update happening: this blog is moving to my main, which is now called @creator-of-calm-queer-chaos. Updates will be underway, and this will be reblogged over and over in the hopes that more people see this. This blog will stay open so I can find old things I've reblogged without having to reblog over 3,000 posts, but will be inactive.
Thank y'all for so much love and support, and I'll see you guys there!
THIS BLOG IS MOVING
Hi all! Big update happening: this blog is moving to my main, which is now called @creator-of-calm-queer-chaos. Updates will be underway, and this will be reblogged over and over in the hopes that more people see this. This blog will stay open so I can find old things I've reblogged without having to reblog over 3,000 posts, but will be inactive.
Thank y'all for so much love and support, and I'll see you guys there!
THIS BLOG IS MOVING
Hi all! Big update happening: this blog is moving to my main, which is now called @creator-of-calm-queer-chaos. Updates will be underway, and this will be reblogged over and over in the hopes that more people see this. This blog will stay open so I can find old things I've reblogged without having to reblog over 3,000 posts, but will be inactive.
Thank y'all for so much love and support, and I'll see you guys there!
Tagging some mutuals from this blog:
@imthatqueerkid @disabled-dragoon @deep-in-the-moonlit-woods @suspicious-whumping-egg @azyr1n @horrorwoood @tylovesmushrooms @transsexualhedgehog
the mutuals button should be a hug
like this
Change your Tumblr password now.
Humongous data breach just happened, with loads upon loads of sites being affected. Tumblr's among those. Also on the list is Wattpad for you fanfic people out there- among many, many other places.
There's a searchable list at the bottom of the article. Highly recommend scrolling or searching through, seeing what places you may be on that have been affected, and securing all your accounts. This thing's kind of big.
The supermassive leak contains data from numerous previous breaches, comprising an astounding 12 terabytes of information, spanning over a m
If you know people on any of the sites affected, let them know about this too, and spread the article around.
My wife asked me whether I experimented with sex and drugs when I was in high school.
I said, “Yes, but I was part of the control group.”
teens, in unison: change your fucking url
My grandpa posted this presumably to be transphobic or something but ngl it kinda slays. Get it vader
Reminder that vader is father in dutch
Daddy's big naturals
Daddy space wizards big naturals
fuck hostile architecture
I hate this so much- i might as well build my own fucking benches thank you very much.
Just to be explicit - that last graph is citing data 2011.
im so fucking serious when i say that no one is crueler to visibly disabled people than girlies with blue wolfcuts and sharp eyeliner wearing hundred dollar sweaters from shein.
like. there's a weird misconception that it's old people, but i have never once had an issue with anyone over the age of, like, 55. they are fine with me muttering to myself or making weird faces or not hearing them the first five times they call my name. that's not a problem for them. when my brother goes out with a cane, they're the ones who compliment it, and tell him the spikes and ribbons are a cute addition.
yesterday this pink haired girl in the bathroom told me that i needed to stay away from movie theaters if i was going to act like a schizo. ten minutes later an 80 year old woman complimented me on my bright red hearing aids and said she wished she had that confidence when she got hers.
anyways to the anon who just said that maybe i shouldn't be in public spaces. thank you for proving my point
no offense but if you're low support autistic or adhd and you're thinking of adding on your story, i very much cannot stop you, but i beg of you to remember this post was about psychosis and physical disabilities. there's a problem with people taking over posts about physical and more stigmatized disorders and making them about low support autism and adhd
hey okay addressing something ive been seeing in the comments.
the blue hair wolf cut is not the point. what im trying to say here is that alt girls, especially queer alt girls, especially queer alt girls with autism or adhd or anxiety, have a tendency to claim they are above ableism. they say that they cannot be ableist because they are a woman, because they are queer, because they have autism or adhd or anxiety.
yes!!! My school is a prime example of this. I go to an art school full of queer neurodivergent alternative people, so I assumed it would be a supportive environment of my disability. Nope! They photograph me and post it online, record me and other disabled people and neurodivergent kids with higher support needs, they write graffiti about how I’m faking. But then those same students will turn around and proudly call themselves leftists.
I love my friends, and I love my family, but oftentimes they act like I need to try harder, or take some ibuprofen and suck it up. Even in a family of left leaning people, who are all ND, I am treated differently.
My younger brother has incontinence issues and my other siblings tend to bully him for it ruthlessly, going so far as to tell his friends about it as if it's some moral failing.
I have very progressed mobility issues, and still my friends and family act as if I do not, or treat them as exaggerated.
I am autistic. I stim, my family and friends act as if it is gross or embarrassing.
I have tourettes, I ticc. My family and friends act as if it is embarrassing for them to be near me, and I am told to cut it out, or to calm down.
I have P-DID. I am unable to speak to my family about this, as they believe my trauma and pain are not enough to "count". That the trauma OF pain is not traumatic enough.
It tends to be the younger, left, alternative, progressive, "activist", queer, ND, who treat disabled people as worthless, as uncomfortable, as if their "comfort" matters more than my livelihood.
I hold nothing against my family, and nothing against my friends, but it is up to them to realize and reform those ideas.
To all able-bodied people, to all people without a stigmatized disorder/disability, to all the people who call themselves an ally, a supporter, to all the family members and friends:
You are not immune to ableism.
You are not immune to being an asshole just because you have anxiety, ADHD, LSN autism. You are not better than high support needs people, psychotic people, physically disabled people, people with stigmatized disorders and disabilities.
You are not better than the teen with fibro.
You are not better than the adult who uses AAC.
You are not better than the kid with a rollator.
You are not better than the person with psychosis.
You are not better than the autistic person with HSN.
You are not better than the person in a power chair.
You are not better than the person with a G-bag.
You are not better than the person with a feeding tube.
You are not better than the person with hearing aids.
You are not better than the person with visual impairments.
You are not better than the person with seizures.
You are not better than, worth more than, or deserved more than a disabled person. No matter how uncomfortable they make you.
You are not better than us because you're "special".
You are not immune to ableism.
I keep thinking about a post I saw the other day, and likely won't be able to find again, which proposed as a response to "you'll be fine if you have nothing to hide" the phrase:
" I have nothing to hide, but I don't trust your intentions and judgement"
Was it this one?
"I need privacy, not because my actions are questionable, but because your judgment and intentions are."
