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homeboundedness is much like disability at large in that people assume reaching a certain threshold means receiving resources dedicated to that experience/need, rather than the other way around, that the medical & welfare systems gatekeep us out of resources. this post brought to you by someone not understanding why i have to go to the doctor in person if i’m homebound
possibly a long shot but if anybody on the homebound / bedridden / bed-resting spectra who's connected to butch/femme identity / community / experience would like to be interviewed by or otherwise collaborate with me on a submission to Sinister Wisdom's call for upcoming Butch/Femme Renaissance issue (link) please send me an ask / dm / reply!
& if not folks should still totally consider sending something in❣️ submission deadline is december 31st 2025 (anybody interested in working together ideally we'd get started before or by dec 5th)
होमबाउंड | Homebound (2025) dir. Neeraj Ghaywan cine. Pratik Shah
Legally speaking, being ”severely” disabled for lack of a better word is like living in an existential limbo.
You’re not technically forbidden from doing things abled people do, your benefits just get lowered or revoked completely.
You’re not technically prohibited from doing things any legal adult can, you just will not accommodated for to ensure that it happens. You just have a guardian or caregiver who won’t let you.
You’re not technically barred from having a social life, you’re just not guaranteed any help to ensure it can happen at all.
You’re not technically at house arrest, you just lack the support needed to be able to leave the house.
All these freedoms that people otherwise take for granted, completely inaccessible and often unrealistic to even hope for. I feel like an alien, or like I live on a whole different plane of existence parallel. In a place where people don’t see my struggle, nor the harm that put me here, where it looks like I lead a simple and carefree life without worry in the eyes of other people.
People who get to reap the benefits of being perceived as normal. People who have always lead happy, normal lives. People who have to sacrifice parts of themselves to pretend and then goes on to think that those who don’t do the same are just making excuses.
’Normal’ implies an inverse, and that inverse house those of who are always left behind, and are always thought of last. We get shut out from society at large, and we get shut out from our own communities for supposedly invalidating other people with our presence.
People who think the grass is greener on the other side. People who think not working is a choice rather than the death sentence it often is. People who make up fantasy versions of what it’s like to be like you, and who use the higher capacity they possess but don’t perceive to punch down as punishment for some made up privilege they project onto you.
People who should be peers but accuse those like you of giving the community a bad reputation.
For being visibly disabled. For needing extensive care and support by others to survive. For being too much. For wanting to be included in discussions that should involve us.
And then they ask why we are upset. We’re community, we should be here for each other and not squabble between ourselves.
Stop infighting. Stop standing up for yourself. Stop challenging lateral bigotry from people who should know better.
Stop reminding that you’re here.
Let us be allowed to ignore you like abled people do.
होमबाउंड homebound (2025) dir. neeraj ghaywan
If anxiety causes my joints to subluxate and my body to fight to survive everyday then why do doctors not research the physical effects of anxiety more? I mean if every chronically ill person’s problem is anxiety then we should be making major breakthroughs right now.
… or they just use anxiety diagnoses as a bandaid solution. Maybe if they convince us it’s all in our head the excruciating physical pain might go away!
Homebound (2025) dir. Neeraj Ghaywan
"Identity isn’t what they box us into. It’s what we build for ourselves."
Dreams don't discriminate by class, caste or religion. But when the dream is to be respected, to build your own kursi (chair) and sit on it, chasing them tells a whole different story.
Homebound encaptures this by beautifully unravelling the friendship between Shoaib (Ishaan Khatter) and Chandan (Vishal Jethwa) in their journey to see through to the national police exams. Despite carrying the weight of faith, caste, identity and home, the two laugh, stumble, and push each forward nonetheless.