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hey guys if you are following me just know i’m locking this blog down for a bit so if you type in my url it’ll redirect you off. there’s been an emergency situation
therapy was weird today i lost a bunch of time so i realized my eyes were wet and apparently i was sobbing but i dont remember crying so um, ok. also we have to improve internal communication and make a collage of things that comfort us and I already know Marcy will probably say string instruments, awful and tom will say blood and gore, pidge will say self harming, some kid parts will probably say stuffed toys... i have no idea what comforts me though. ive never felt a need to comfort myself so its strange
When people assume that non-disabled people deserve a medal or special recognition for having normal relationships with disabled people it makes it extremely difficult for us to recognize unhealthy or exploitive relationships. In the past, I have allowed myself to be manipulated by other people because I believed that I was lucky simply to have friends. I have tolerated things that made me uncomfortable or unsafe because I didn’t believe I deserved better. I put my true friends through endless rounds of questioning, and having to prove to me that they really did like me, because deep down I didn’t believe they actually could. When you’re constantly told hanging out with you makes someone a saint, you begin to see yourself nothing more than a charity project. You begin to accept less than you deserve, because you live in a world that doesn’t see you as fully human or fully desirable for relationship.
Loving Me Does Not Make You A Saint - by Claiming Crip (via otipemisiwak)
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