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The Uyghurs (/ˈwiːɡʊərz/, /uːiˈɡʊərz/; Uyghur: ئۇيغۇرلار, уйғурлар, IPA: [ujɣurˈlɑr]; Chinese: 維吾爾; pinyin: Wéiwú'ěr, [wěiǔàɚ]), alternately Uygurs, Uighurs or Uigurs, are a minority Turkic ethnic group originating from and culturally affiliated with the general region of Central and East Asia.
The Uyghurs have traditionally inhabited a series of oases scattered across the Taklamakan Desert comprising the Tarim Basin, a territory which has historically been controlled by many civilizations including China, the Mongols, the Tibetans and the Turkic world. The Uyghurs started to become Islamised in the tenth century and became largely Muslim by the 16th century, and Islam has since played an important role in Uyghur culture and identity.
Sanam is a popular folk dance among the Uyghur people. It is commonly danced by people at weddings, festive occasions, and parties. The dance may be performed with singing and musical accompaniment. Sama is a form of group dance for Newruz (New Year) and other festivals. Other dances include the Dolan dances, Shadiyane, and Nazirkom. Some dances may be alternate between singing and dancing, and Uyghur hand-drums called dap are commonly used as accompaniment for Uyghur dances.
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“… for some time it has been known that women and girls with ADHD are more likely to internalize their symptoms, saying things like: “I’m stupid” or “I can’t do anything right.” They are easily embarrassed and humiliated by the consequences of their ADHD symptoms and behaviors. … Even when a girl is hyperactive, her behaviors may often look very different than they do in a boy. A girl with ADHD may be hypertalkative or hyperreactive (crying a lot or slamming doors) – behaviors one may not typically think of being associated with ADHD. … a girl may also demonstrate a whole host of other behaviors. She may react to distress experienced in the classroom (low self-esteem and poor academic performance) by developing avoidance behaviors exhibited by headaches or stomachaches or a true school phobia where she is unable (or refuses) to attend school. She may become shy and withdrawn within the classroom… poor organizational skills may occur in the form of messiness, disheveled appearance, and/or grooming problems. Her poor social skills exhibited by bossiness, shyness, interrupting or excessive talkativeness may result in outright peer rejection or difficulty making and keeping friends.”
— Patricia Quinn, 100 Questions and Answers about Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder in Women and Girls (via robotslenderman)
I’ve figured it out already. I’m working on redirecting that internalization.
But you know who is struggling like mad to do so? To accept that maybe she didn’t have to beat herself up every single day for her whole life?
My mother, who also has ADHD.
She’s over sixty now.
For nearly sixty years, my mother has been internalizing ideas like “I have poor willpower” or “my impulses/desires are wrong” because no one ever fucking diagnosed her, no one ever fucking told her “hey, it’s a brain chemistry issue, it is NOT your fault.”
And my gods, the coping mechanisms… She’s honestly the most organized person I know on a professional side because she had to be. And she wants no clutter in her personal space because it’s just so gd easy to overlook it after a single day, and then she feels ashamed and guilty because my mother was raised with that notion of “a woman is judged by the house she keeps.”
I’m thirty-six and I’m STILL finding out little things were actually ADHD and not a failing on my part, but fortunately for me, my mother didn’t raise me as she was raised, so I don’t have quite the same internal baggage to deal with.
But her…?
It kills me that she has just such a sound of wonder in her voice when I tell her a new ADHD tidbit and that wonder turns into a quaver as she realizes it wasn’t something she ever had active control over, it wasn’t her fault that she heard instructions and forgot the first one immediately. It wasn’t her fault that pastries and sugary treats were her automatic desire instead of “healthy foods.” It wasn’t her fault that sleep came so hard and she was so tired in the morning. Or that clutter piled up in corners–and honestly, the house was always absurdly clean growing up; I’m definitely not keeping mine up to those standards LOL–and she felt bad about it.
The reason ADHD needs to be talked about, learned about and diagnosed early (ESPECIALLY for women, who are underdiagnosed) is to avoid creating more people who find out in their fuckin’ sixties that “oh wait you mean it wasn’t because I’m a bad/lazy/stupid person all along…?”
“Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.” - L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams
Hello everyone.
My dad is in need of some emergency help. He watches my daughter while my partner and i are at work. His truck broke down and needs the funds to fix it. He is disabled and lives off of disability, he drives my daughter to all her classes and me to work on the days my partner can't take me. He also has his own doctor's appointments that he has to go to weekly.
I can only provide around 200 towards repairs, he still needs 300 to fix it. We need to get it done asap.
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Any help would be appreciated.
Hayu Masi for the shares and support
Please continue to share. I tried to get a loan for it but I was denied.
Hayu Masi for all of the shares, we are still $290. from our goal. Please continue to share so we can get this taken care of.
Please continue to share we are at $270
Thank you (Hayu Masi for the help and the shares. Please continue to share we are $250 from our goal. I'm trying to pick up days at work.
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i’m seeing a lot of people reblogging suicide hotlines and this is just a reminder that this is a suicide help line that works like a text-based instant messenger for people who may need to talk to someone but have trouble/are uncomfortable making phone calls
Never don’t reblog this. There are so many people who have such bad anxiety about phone calls. This can save so many lives
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Dear Leelah Alcorn,
CW: death by sui., cissexism, transmisogynor, transmisogyny, transphobia, discrimination, harassment, violence,
Dear Leelah Alcorn,
I cannot believe it’s been five years since we lost you to suicide. Sweetheart, you were and you still are an asset to our community.
It’s hard to think about the facts that really put your suicide into perspective in regard to time:
It was 2014.
You died on December 28th, just a few days after a day the world thinks should be “happy.”
The primary articles about you came out a couple
of days later on December 30th.
I was not even out to myself, let alone anyone else yet. My assigned pronouns and my birth name were beginning to sting harder, but they were still a few months away from finally unfolding into answers and then reforming into my pronouns and name today.
I don’t even remember 2014, but I can almost guarantee that I was in the same boat as you were— I just did not know why.
But, sweet girl, you did. You knew why you were hurting, and for some awful reason, you were faced with people and circumstances that would hurt you more because of this.
I will always remember your beautiful picture of you in a dress, a mirror selfie in a dressing room. You looked so happy, and simultaneously so hurt, this fitting room a closet, with a mirror that could finally look back at you, and that you could finally look into, but a sadness that this mirror felt like it probably had to stay there. Just like that gorgeous dress probably would. Along with your smile.
You should know your suicide note has been immortalized in the internet and in print books alike. Your words have rung in trans, and moving ally ears, but we all know we have not met your request.
“Fix it. Fix society.”
A couple of years after your death, Obama ended his second term, and we got a retaliation like never before, the biggest bigots across political arenas filled seats.
Laws were rewritten, rejected, replaced, or ruled minimal compared to sneaky ways for people to avoid enforcing them or following them.
Years after your death, trans women of color still have the highest homicide rate.
Years after your death, our community maintains a 44% suicide rate, and among your youth age bracket, ages 12-25, this last year, reported a 54% suicidal ideation rate, and near 50% suicide death rate, specifically citing our political climate as the cause for feeling this scared and hopeless.
It’s like suicide is the only way to avoid death by society, by homicide, but the fact of the matter is that suicide IS homicide. No one, as yourself, CHOOSES to die by suicide. You, and everyone else, all are PUSHED to it. It is the discrimination, harassment, and violence that our siblings face, and the fear of all of it, which lead to these deaths, which lead to every death by suicide. At the end of the day, this world PUSHED you into traffic.
I hate to tell you, Leelah, Trans people continue to face discrimination in schools, workplaces, health care, housing, shelter, and every aspect of their lives imaginable. Trans people are fired from or denied jobs, evicted or denied housing, refused both primary care treatment and gender affirming medical care, and even refused service, or even entry, in everyday public spaces.
Many states have done better by us, but many states have done worse. Our federal government since 2016 has truly schemed to quite literally erase us, following dehumanization and literally legal (or legalizing) discrimination.
Leelah, no matter what has happened in the past five years, I hope you know so many of us are still trying to do better. So many parents read your story and accepted their living transgender child and literally have saved their life. So many trans people were inspired by you to try harder to stay here to fight for our whole entire community, themselves, all the other siblings we continued to lose, and you, our sweet girl loved by so many brought to tears by your story and your words in your suicide note. We are forever indebted to you for all the sacrifices you have made for us, for everyone— for the whole entire world. We love you, Leelah. We promise you have not died ‘for nothing.’ I am just so sorry it’s taking longer than we all hoped, and it all seemed that it had to get worse before it finally gets completely better. Leelah, you are remember. Leelah, you are loved. And I promise you are remember and you are loved AS LEELAH by our chosen family, our siblings, our community.
Rest in Power, sweet girl.
Queen Margrethe II of Denmark