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resilience is not sustainable we are not supposed to endure life we are supposed to live it
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the notion that religion is fundamental to culture and innate to humanity is so self-evidently absurd to me like. sure the modern world is definitely very shaped by religion. but you're extrapolating the past 300, maybe 500 years of sociopolitics across all of human history. you trying to tell me that you know how homo erectus behaved culturally, that not a single society over multiple millions of years were ever dead-set atheists? you can't even compare ancient egyptian religion 1:1 to modern religion. there's so many extant indigenous cultures literally today that don't resemble the major religions at all
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it’s fun watching my brain damage do the same thing it always does and figure that it’s just really difficult to understand how objectification works, especially when it comes to language, and especially when it comes to people with developmental and dissociative and autism spectrum disabilities who have a hard time effectively communicating (either because they can’t produce the words or because the ableist in front of them refuses to recognize their words). then I run the treadmill of wondering where the information gap must be, why it’s so hard to see the feminized and people with language processing and emotional affect disabilities with respect and dignity, and exactly how smart and sane and articulate I would have to be to bridge that distance and get the person objectifying me to see me as a human being. it’s a combination of denial and bargaining: it makes me sad to be objectified, so I distance myself from the sadness by figuring that they must not have meant to do it and if I communicate better it won’t happen again. but they did mean to do it. they meant to do it when they doubled down the second and third time too. no amount of being smart and articulate would have prevented that because I am an object to that person.
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