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There are so many people that are pro disability rights until they find out disabilities can be gross sometimes. It's so wild seeing the same people advocating for more mental health talk losing their shit over a depressed person not brushing their teeth or cleaning their spaces, or people who totally support physically disabled people until they find out I once pissed in a cup because I was in too much agony to get out of my bed, or that sometimes cups and food sit in my room longer than they should because I physically can't get up to put them away. Disabled people sometimes have incontinence, disabled people sometimes have bad hygiene, and still deserve to be supported. It's so fucking performative and it pisses me off. Even other disabled people act like this. Shaming people for stuff they can't control doesn't help anyone, just makes you an insufferable person.
disabled people who do not directly "contribute" to society and need large amounts of care and resources to survive deserve not only to survive but to have comfort, stability, and fun within their lives while they do. no compromises.
had my right piriformis ultrasound-treated and then manually released at physical therapy today, and i felt like a new person afterward because suddenly my butt muscles weren't spasming!! ✨
having a physical therapist who is hypermobility-competent is awesome
Annual deer post:
If you see a fawn laying down on the ground all alone, leave it alone. It is not lost, it does not need your help, do not pick it up, do not move it.
This behavior evolved to keep deer young safe. The baby is very small, very quiet, and hard for most predators to see. A young fawn cannot keep up with a fleeing mother deer, which is their primary problem-solving strategy. So while the mother goes elsewhere to graze, the fawn stays safe and hidden. The mom will be back.
Leave the fawn alone.
This is always good to pass around this time of year, but I would like to add something for the few of us who might be encountering the moose kind of deer.
Moose are deer, but moose have the opposite strategy. They stay close to their babies, and their primary response for anything getting close to their babies is immediate violent murder. If you do see a baby moose by itself, leave. Leave the baby alone and leave the area, preferably quickly. Momma is at most 30 yards away and has already kicked on the kill bill sirens.
I see a lot of posts on tumblr about how horrible ozempic is. I always feel weird disagreeing. But I think it's important to talk about why I disagree.
Ozempic is not, as many people, including my previous doctor, would say, an appetite suppresant. It is a GLP-1 agonist. The primary function of an agonist is to bind to its respective organic compound to promote secretion of hormones - in this case, insulin. Its presence in the body also decreases glucagon. GLP-1, like most hormones, is complex, and what it does to the body is complex. A side effect of increased GLP-1 activity is reduced appetite.
The reduced appetite is a *side effect* not the purpose, and for people like me who take ozempic to treat for diabetes, it's been life-changingly helpful.
I do not want a world in which ozempic is banned because it's a "weight loss drug" because it's not. I do not appreciate the posts about how serious the side effects are, because it's the safest diabetes medication on the market. I do not consider people posting things with the tag "anti-ozempic" to be my allies, because that reductive view on medicine is the same all or nothing mentality as doctors that refused to treat me for ten years because I was fat.
Has Novo Nordisk done some shitty things regarding advertising and scarcity? Yes they have. Is using ozempic for the sole purpose of weight loss bad? Absolutely. But I think it's really, really important that we stay clear and consistent about why.
Taking away life-saving medication from people with a debilitating lifelong condition in the name of thinness has and will kill people. Fatphobia is often also ableism. Ozempic helps people like me, people with diabetes, live their lives. And the fact that my voice has been drowned in a sea of healthy people complaining about "ozempic face" is the problem. The fact that Novo Nordisk started marketing their product as a weight loss medicine knowing they wouldn't be able to keep up with demand is the problem. Ozempic itself is not the problem.
death to AGAB! here's some ways to cut AGAB terminology out of your conversations:
if you need to discuss anatomy, just say "people with (organ)". AGAB is an extremely terrible and unreliable way to discuss anatomy, especially with intersex and transgenital individuals existing.
if you need to discuss misogyny, i personally like using "misogyny-affected''. it's simple and to the point and doesn't exclude trans men and women for no reason.
if you need to discuss a dating or living preference, please look into what it is that you associate with each AGAB into your preference. if it's a genital preference, please just say that; it's a million times better than saying "i prefer AMABs/AFABs". if you prefer certain secondary sex characteristics, those aren't even exclusive to AGAB at all and it is transsexist to assume that they are.
if you're trying to talk about people with certain histories (growing up as a certain gender), AGAB is still a terrible way to do so and excludes intersex people and those who transition early. just say "people who grew up as boys" and "people who grew up as girls". or you can even just say "misogyny-affected in childhood".
Reblog to heal the heart of the person you reblogged this from.
The other day on shift, I was walking down the hallway when a confused old man started yelling. This is fairly common in the hospital, so I ducked into his room and was like "hey dude what's up" and he's like "so sorry to yell but do you know where I am and what year it is" so I reoriented him to a bunch of stuff and explained why so many people were walking past his door, and he seemed much calmer and more oriented by the time we were done talking. And he says "and what's your name?" So I tell him "Sarah" and he stares at me so I repeat "Sarah" and he stares at me so I spell "S-A-R-A-H" and he stares at me so I show him my name badge and he stares at me and then he says "now forgive me for being so blunt. But I was under the impression that Sarah is a girls name. Is that no longer correct?"
Anyway y'all ever be so fucking gnc that you inadvertently gaslight a confused old man into thinking there's yet another part of the world he no longer understands?
Not to keep bragging about my masculine vibes, but another very pleasant dementia patient today called me nice young man. Assigned gender by Gladys.
[Image ID: Tumblr tag reading: #sounds like he was pretty polite about being spirited away to the nonbinary future as if by the caprice of fey /End ID]
World Heritage Post
"everyone is paying super close attention to everyone else all the time" actualy statistical error. hypervigilance georg, who enters fight or flight when someone starts breathing differently, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
#this one's for the people who hear 'people aren't paying that close attention to you! I mean do YOU pay that close of attention to them?'#and go: unfortunately yeah!!!!!!!#you are georg hope this helps. love u#hang in there one day u will be able to pay less attention all the time
I fear a lot of people learned to take good care of library books as children and instead of internalizing "leave shared community items as you found them as much as possible, because other people will use them too" they internalized "printing and binding a book imbues it with sacred energy and if you dog-ear a mass-market paperback you're desecrating the entire concept of written language"
yesterday i had a nice southern teenager call me "ma'am" and then look at me and go, in a well-meaning tone, "uhhhh, if you go by ma'am. sorry if not." and i had to be like yeah man ma'am is fine. appreciate you being inclusive though. i could almost see the little warning pop up in his UI-- hold up! people with blue hair often have pronouns. are you sure you want to address this individual with a gendered term?
"kids are so whiny and annoying" you want them to be dependent on adults and obedient and silent and convenient but also independent and not needing anything but also without any sense of autonomy and agency but also going outside and getting off their damn phones but also staying inside so they don't get into trouble but also recognizing they have it good but also that the new generation is mindless and stupid but also just say what they want in clear and emotionally mature words but also stop asking for things AND you want them to not be pissy about it? get real
Gendered parenting is so weird. As a little kid I was a total daddy's girl, I was told I would always try to sneak into the garage, I was always very interested in everything he was doing and would follow him around while he was working, but while my family was never the type to outright say "you can't do that because you're a girl", they simply didn't entertain the idea that I could possibly be interested in cars. Then when my little brother was born, it was just assumed he would become a mechanic like our dad because he was a boy. Even though he, unlike me, didn't like being in the garage much and wasn't all that interested in what dad was doing. Once he got to a certain age, dad started making him help and would drag him away from his actual interests for it, which lead to a lot of arguing and not much actual learning.
Gendered expectations sort of create doubles of children. There's the real child with their actual personality, interests and behaviors, and then there's the Gender Child.
My real brother hated soccer and team sports. The Gender Child that existed only the minds of the adults in his life needed to play soccer because that's what a Boy Child does.
Growing up, I always felt like adults didn't actually know me as a person and they weren't interested in getting to know me. Because they felt they'd already learned everything there was to know about me when they were told "it's a girl".
When I talk about how I never got gifts I actually liked from my relatives (to this day I still don't like getting gifts that aren't something I picked out myself), it isn't actually about the gifts themselves. I don't even remember them. What I do remember is the feeling of being given gifts that were seemingly not bought with the real me in mind. They were for the Girl Child™️ version of me. The me that adults wanted me to be, not who I actually was.
there's a special kind of ableism (perhaps mixed with ageism) that comes from people who are older adults, who lived an largely abled life, who get like. personally offended by the idea that you, a young person, could DARE to also have a shitty body. like they view bad knees and fatigue as a badge of honor you get from living a long life & young disabled people don't deserve it? because we haven't suffered enough to... suffer? it's fucking bonkers. like yes ma'am I also make old person noises when getting up. i don't know why you feel like I'm taking something from you by being young and crippled.
also like. its such an interesting experience to start dealing with chronic pain when you're like. 12. and thinking it was normal and being told its probably your fault for being lazy and being basically tortured every day in gym class. and having to deal with the emotional pain of realizing that everyone else your age isn't in pain and tired all the time and the reason everyone glorifies their teens and 20s is because they feel good in comparison to when they get older. and the pain of realizing you'll never have that youth and having to be in high school grieving over all that loss and thinking about how the last time you were able to enjoy exercise without complication was when you were in elementary school.
and then having some fuck who spent DECADES with a perfectly functioning body get snooty with you because they feel like they fucking own the experience of being in pain all the time. "you're too young to be in pain-" yeah you don't think i fucking know that more than you do?
i wrote this in the tags but someone in the notes reminded me of this story, so I wanna add it to the main post, as an example of what it can look like when older disabled people don't engage in this sort of adult-supremacist-flavored ableism:
When I was in high school, I was once waiting outside of a grocery store for my friend. My cane at this point had a fun moon-and-star/astrological aesthetic design. And, for no real reason, this older Black man came up to me and asked me where I got it, because he thought it was great. I told him it was just something I got offline. He showed me his cane, which was this beautiful hand-carved wooden staff (I can't remember exactly what it looked like, but it was stunning) and he told me about how he got it custom made from a woodcarver in Africa. I never got his name or saw him again, but he lit up my afternoon.
It was a really touching moment for me. He saw a high schooler with a cane and his first thought wasn't that it must be a fashion statement or that I must be lazy or attention-seeking or that it was generally something strange that needed explanation. During this same timeframe I'd also had adults who I'd never met before who would approach me (again, a child) to, essentially, demand I explain to them my personal health issues for their curiosity and entertainment. So it really meant something to me that this man saw me and thought, "What a delightful cane! I also appreciate a delightful cane! I'm gonna ask that kid where they got theirs and show them mine!" without ever needing to make me justify why I as a young person was using a mobility aid.
Carved Wooden Cane Man, wherever you are now, thank you.
The beautiful thing as you get older is that you realize so many “rules” are made up and you can just do whatever. Posters can go anywhere in the house not just my room. I can sit down while cooking a meal or taking a shower. I can make the same thing for breakfast lunch dinner for a week straight. I can roam around the house shirtless. I can wear a dress with jeans. The world is my oyster key word my and I can live as I please embracing little things such as this
