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“Being Catholic means never having to say we have nothing left to do.”
Scott Hahn
Love when pro aborts accidently expose themselves
Maybe instead of talking about how you want to exclude disabled people from society to ‘prevent suffering’ you start building a society that doesn’t make disabled people suffer.
PSA: Google and Autism Speaks are continuing their collaborative effort to create a genomic database on autism.
Yes, you read that right.
On the eve of Autism Acceptance Month, Google, the most widely used search engine, is teaming up with Autism Speaks to collect and send data to researchers in order to essentially “eliminate” autism. I don’t think I can understate how eugenicist this is. It is genocide by definition.
It is imperative that we speak up about this. Every autistic person (including myself) know that Autism Speaks is a hate group in all but name.
There’s not much to say about this except it is VERY wrong.
Nothing about us without us. Listen to autistic people.
(autistic people, feel free to add. allistics are encouraged to reblog but don’t be clowns)
Maybe this is an unpopular opinion but truly one of the reasons abortion is so common is because of our individualistic culture and the expectation that parents raise their kids (especially new babies) with little to no help.
Humans were never meant to parent that way. We evolved with large families in multi generational environments. We never were meant to live alone and raise a baby by ourselves. The quote “it takes a village to raise a child” has evolutionary truth.
I’ve noticed even married couples have a massive struggle with raising a newborn because they either refuse help or aren’t offered it.
Moral of the story is: helping the parents around you is a great way to be pro life.
It’s always hilarious how pro aborts think they are pro choice when their movement literally has a history of forcing birth control, sterilization, and abortion on women of color and disabled women. Ah yes, nothing says pro choice quite like eugenics!
Pro-tip: stfu about your fake tears over the deaths of born Ukrainian children if you are donating to shady pro-abort services that are targeting Ukrainian pregnant women and their unborn Ukrainian children with unsafe, unregulated abortions. You are not the anti-war hero for helping convince terrified women that their children need to die for survival. Either it’s sad that kids die or it isn’t.
They’re like “dying in war is terrible but dying in a dangerous abortion performed by us is totally empowering, actually”
Women Without Men, Brides of Christ. Nuns on their wedding day to the Lord. Surrey, England. 1965. Eve Arnold.
Rashida James-Saadiya /Shukr bil-Lisan/ (Thankfulness of the tongue)
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I work hard to hide my autism. Before each appointment I would guess at what questions would be asked and practice my responses. I would also prepare chunks of small talk that I could use. In the car on the way to my appointment, I would practice these phrases aloud to make sure their tempo and pitch were right. Within the appointment, I was prone to giving an answer that was easy over giving an accurate answer. I would come away proud that I had been “good” at the appointment.
But when my husband asked me what had happened, I wouldn’t know. What did the numbers on the front of my green file mean? I did not know. Were they measurements? Were they scan dates? I did not know. I was embarrassed and upset that I did not know. I had thought I would be “better” at being pregnant this time around.
Later on in my pregnancy my difficulties with communication meant I was not able to report symptoms that could have threatened my baby’s life.
I feel like dyspraxia doesn’t get talked about a lot. It’s it’s own neurodivergence, but commonly occurring with autism.
For me dyspraxia is really debilitating. I can’t process stairs. When I walk down them my brain flips them so every step I take I get this jolt like I’ve just missed a step or fallen down. I have to walk super slow and count the steps to “hold them in place” much like how numbers flip when I read them with my dyscalculia.
I have broken down crying on the stairs many times- especially if they are crowded, spiral, or really architectural like the ones at museums.
I also can’t drive and I used to feel so much guilt about it but now I’ve realized why - dyspraxia- and I’ve accepted it’s just a part of my disability. And that’s completely ok!
dyspraxia things:
*falls over*
things breaking and spilling over without ever knowing how
“oh that’s gotta be about a kilometre away” (the thing is a metre away)
“I bet I could touch that if I just reached out” (the thing is a kilometre away)
*walks straight into a doorframe*
*zones out for 5 seconds and then forgets how to speak*
*holds scissors upside down* “why aren’t these working??”
We talk a lot about weird adhd and autism symptoms, now as someone who wasn’t diagnosed with dyspraxia until adulthood, let’s talk about dyspraxia symptoms!
1. Taking forever (or never being able) to learn how to
ride a bike
tie your shoes
drive a car
do a cartwheel
use chopsticks
hold a pen “correctly”
play a new video game
Especially if you have a hard time explaining why the task is difficult.
2. Being slow at, or regularly messing up, tasks like
using a key to open a lock
eating (especially eating quickly)
pouring or carrying liquids
controlling your speed/volume when speaking
walking on a narrow line (like a curb or balance beam)
staying balanced on one foot
doing the dishes by hand
picking up and organizing things
telling right from left
wrapping presents neatly, applying tape and stickers neatly
3. People with dyspraxia are more likely to
Get hiccups
Bump into things
Choke on their food/drink
Trip on their own feet
Drop stuff
Injure themselves/break a bone doing something banal (especially when they are very young)
Just be generally clumsy
Get lost, lose sense of direction
Have low muscle tone
Press their pen through their paper or not press hard enough
Have bad handwriting, or settle on an unusual or stylized handwriting quite young
And now for the weird/uncanny symptoms:
Girls with dyspraxia are more likely to choose not to wear makeup and “reject femininity” - both because of texture sensitivity and because they struggle more with application.
Camoflaging symptoms - people with dyspraxia, especially the “gifted” ones, often unconsciously cover up their symptoms with creativity or obstinacy. They’ll do their school projects a little differently than instructed, saying they prefer their way better. Or say they won’t do something because they “don’t see the point”. They get a reputation for being original, defiant, creative, individualistic, or lazy.
Getting misdiagnosed with oppositional defiance disorder, especially at some point in your youth. Alternatively getting misdiagnosed with OCD (because you insist on doing things a certain way because of your physical limitations, but since those limitations can’t be measured or explained, they think it must be a compulsion).
Developing a weird relationship with “hard work” as when you are trying your hardest is often when you’re most likely being berated, often specifically for being lazy or not trying hard enough.
Generally being known for dawdling or stalling or being slow.
Being worse at tasks when someone is showing you how to do them or making you do them “properly” (i.e., being a mediocre bowler, being shown proper bowling stance, trying to execute proper bowling stance, being worse somehow. Being shown how to hold a pen and your handwriting getting markedly worse as a result)
Reaching a certain level of proficiency at a physical skill, and then hitting a wall when challenged further. (Being promoted to advanced courses and then demoted back to basics or a prior course when you can’t compete in the advanced class. Being too advanced for beginners but not advanced enough for regulars).
Forgetting how to do shit that is ingrained for most people once they learn it (riding a bike, folding origami, hand games).
Calling yourself “limb dyslexic” or “key dyslexic” or similar as a joke
Hating standing for long times. Just wanting to sit or lean.
Sleep disorders. All of them.
I’m probably missing stuff. But yeah. Shout out to dyspraxics out there. And if this sounds like you, maybe look it up.
In addition to income-, race-, and gender-based obstacles to diagnosis for disabilities, we also need to consider and counter purely cultural obstacles. And in the meantime, we also just need to create a world that doesn’t make you supply paperwork to prove that you need minimal accessibility.
I grew up in a household that was working- to lower middle-class, and my parents almost always had health insurance through work. I was able to go to the doctor.
However, my family comes from a community that is traditionally impoverished (my grandfather was the first in his family to finish an elementary school education— not to mention high school or college) and the mentality goes beyond “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
It’s “If you can pretend it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. And if you can’t pretend, try harder.”
So I lived with a lot of things that I didn’t even consider seeing a doctor about. One was my ADHD. I may also have dyspraxia, and I’ve wondered if I am autistic. I suffered from a host of mystery stomach ailments that were never explained.
I also now believe that I have asthma. It runs in both sides of my family; a family member actually died from an asthma attack before I was born. I’ve always gotten winded and out of breath easily. I’ve never had what I would have considered an asthma attack, but sometimes it hurts for me to breathe and it’s always been like that. I never even considered asthma, because I was able to function and I played sports (as did my asthmatic mother and asthmatic grandfather). And it literally runs in my family.
So I’m working on improving the perception in my own home that doctor visits are unnecessary if they can possibly be avoided. It’s difficult, but I’m working on it. I want my culture to support the well-being of its members and not just their facade of wellness.
However, it also just would have helped to not live in a world that assumes everyone is equally abled until proven otherwise.
Take my breathing for example. Even though I was fairly fit, my coaches and gym teachers really gave my a hard time about just not being in good enough shape. Just needing to work harder.
I had to try to use the elevator in my first college building on the down-low because it was reserved for disabled students and even though it hurt my lungs sometimes to go up the stairs, I didn’t have any disability designation or even knowledge of a disability. I just knew that I wanted to avoid the pain.
(On top of that, I fall down the stairs a lot because my coordination is terrible, and I wanted to avoid that pain and embarrassment as well.)
Like maybe health and ability is more than paperwork from a doctor. And maybe in a world where there are barriers to that paperwork or doctor visit, we should require less of it anyway.