#infanticide cw

[bogcreacher]

in which Fennec gives Haunted a gift

[flowercrowncrip]

Do you think becoming disabled improved your life? Im disabled and im like 50/50

That’s a deep question, it’s one I’ve thought about a lot during my philosophy degree because we had to read a lot of eugenics crap and a lot of my classmates agreed with it (being the only visibly disabled person in the room when Peter Singer’s views on killing disabled babies is the seminar topic is not something I’d recommend)

And ultimately my answer is, I can’t say for sure what my life would have been like if I wasn’t disabled, but if I wasn’t disabled I wouldn’t have become the person I am, and I like that person.

Disability has made a lot of my life more difficult both physically and socially. I’ve lost a lot and will probably lose more as I get older. But disability is a key part of how I see the world, and that’s valuable to me.

I’m much better at problem solving from living in a world that is designed for able bodied people. There’s a whole phenomenology book waiting to be written about how disabled people see and interpret our environments, but basically I feel like we often see things in ways other people don’t. Navigating a world where the way I move is an afterthought at best means I’m constantly looking at the world differently because I can’t take it for granted that the features of the environment will accommodate me. Every time I leave the house (and frequently at home too) I’m finding a way around problems. Even things like using context clues to find the location of an unsignposted lift in a shop is a skill that helps me in other areas of life. And ultimately I think that having people who see things differently makes the whole world better.

I also find my disability makes me sit with and think about the things I value much more consciously than others. I lost the ability to stand at 18 which sort of turned everything on its head. I remember really having to think about what my priorities were when building my life back up again, what my priorities were and what was worth fighting to keep in my life. I think that made my life much better and continues to do so.

And then there’s all the wonderful people I’ve met and communities I’ve learned from and perspectives I’d probably never have come across.

[autumnhobbit]

VP Nominee Tim Walz Supports the Right to Infanticide | Charles C. Camosy

The fact that aiming at the death of newborns is now routine in Western NICUs is yet another indicator of our repaganizing.

“Obviously, such a view makes little sense if a newborn infant is equal in dignity and value to those of us who are older, but the fact that aiming at the death of newborns in this way is now routine in Western NICUs is yet another indicator of our repaganizing. We no longer think that being human is enough. Something else is required—and newborn human beings don’t have it.”

that something is ‘ability to speak up and protest their mistreatment,’ by the way

[deslizada]

I was going to put this under a cut but I'm feeling like being mean in public so: I hate hate hate that public perceptions of autism (and adhd) have become these cute little quirks that are basically just tiktok aesthetics now. the main feature of these disabilities is that they are disordered, they are disabling, they make it near-impossible to function in "normal" society. tbh a lot of the people I see talking about how autistic they are would be broader autism phenotype at most. like I don't think they're "faking it" or whatever, I think they genuinely believe that autism is just a "spicy" way of thinking and perceiving the world. and then they make videos with titles like "top 10 peak autistic behaviors" and the "behaviors" are all just hyperfocusing on anime and playing with commercially made stim toys. and then they turn around and shit on their more disabled peers who can't shower alone or make phone calls for being "cringe". forgive me if I'm bitter but my mother almost killed me for this shit so I find it really fucking hard to put up with people who say they're sooooo autistic but would give me weird looks for compulsively talking to myself or needing something explained to me three times

[actualmermaid]

Friendly reminder that there's nothing in the New Testament about abortion.

Others have already pointed out that the Hebrew scriptures and Jewish tradition are broadly pro-choice and even mandate abortion in some circumstances.

But, as a Christian, there's nothing about abortion in our books either. Using the Bible as justification for abortion bans is 1) already unacceptable since this is not a theocracy, and 2) just plain dishonest.

Before safe and reliable abortion/contraception existed, the usual procedure was to "expose" newborn infants to the elements, especially if they were disabled. There's some evidence of sex-selective infanticide as well. The ancient Egyptians (an ancient civilization with unusual levels of gender equality) did not do this, and in the hellenistic era would in fact rescue the "exposed" infants of Greeks and Romans. I'm not certain, but given the influence that hellenistic Egyptian thinkers had on early Christianity, it seems reasonable to suggest that the Church's "pro-life" tendencies may have partially grown out of the practice of taking in babies that would otherwise be left out to die. Later, the first medieval foundling hospitals were established to prevent women throwing unwanted babies into the Tiber River.

But that's different than modern abortion politics.

Abortion is a WAY OUT of going through the kind of trauma that would make "throwing your baby into a river" look like the best course of action. Outlawing legal abortion is not "pro-life." It's pro-trauma, pro-cruelty, and indirectly pro-infanticide.

[mikkeneko]

WRT the Jin Rusong discussion, the thing that always struck me was: do prostitutes in Fantasy Ancient China have access to reliable birth control? Safe abortion? We know that Meng Shi was unusual in raising a child in the brothel, and that having to support both of them was a huge burden on her financially. I think it's not unlikely that JGY would have grown up in an environment where filicide was, not insignificant or socially acceptable, but a Thing That People Sometimes Have To Do.

It's possible -- I just don't know enough about Chinese culture, let alone alone Chinese culture at this time, to have anything to say about whether this is a Done Thing or not.

[goreverine-archive1]

@fiddlingonthetympanic​

Krakoa - Year Forty-Nine:

Looking up the name would've taken care of the problem years ago. She strides down winding walkways, past the Lagoon, all momentum in that way she has about her when she's gotten herself spun up about something. Unfairly, in this case, though Dak--agh!--is not a man to inspire sympathy.

(Woolf's seen too much of him. Like Logan, she knows better.)

The Carousel is almost empty at this point, the remaining scraps of last night's party yet to be cleaned up, or absorbed by the island. (Not there.) She bares her teeth at a smiling, balding Trevor, then takes a breath long enough to give him a wave. (Everyone likes Trevor.) "Trev. Beg pardon."

Then, she whirls on her heel and resumes her hunt.

By the time Woolf finds him, she's sweating from the heat, her gauzy dress damp from sweat and ripped near the hemline. She stops, points at him from a good ten feet away, and keeps her hand up. "When," she bellows, her voice startling a few colorful birds into flight, "were you going to tell me your name is a slur?"

Not "everyone", not "us": "me", as if she were the wronged party, as if the society he'd grown up in and the conscious choice Dak--agh--made for himself. That in and of itself was--

"It's been sixty years!"

He’s face down and comfortably asleep in the grass when he’s oh-so rudely awoken by Tess screaming at him. Judging by the other figures picking themselves up by their hands and glaring at her, he’s not the only one.

The morning sun is way too penetrative when he sees her figure backlit with it, in stooped in all her fury with a finger held in accusation.

Daken rubs his eyes with his dirty fingers, and squints up at her. He’s barely coherent when he stammers out, “Ugh, Tess. This is... such... so irrelevant, I just...”

Actually, he’s surprised that the topic never came up knowing her consciousness about this sort of thing. Anyway, he throws a hand up with bewildered exasperation, and shrugs. “I forgot, big fucking deal. It’s not anymore -- well, I guess it still is, but -- it’s been over a hundred years, Tess, I only hear it as my name anymore.”

Cognitively, he knows that insisting to be effectively called a mixed race bastard in Japanese is not particularly justifiable. He weakly continues to stammer out a justification, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, when I started calling myself that I had two obvious options because I was an unoriginal hack as a kid: That, which I was already used to, or the name Akihira took away from me shortly before he blew his brains out. On account of me, you know,” he waves, “bludgeoning his baby to death with a rock. Or however I killed it. Fuck it, I don’t care.”

He sinks back down into the grass, and lamely finishes, “I never got around to picking out something new.” He flings an arm over his eyes. “I’m going back to sleep. Call me whatever, but if it’s Akihiro Howlett I’m going to dehood your clitoris.”

[lesbian-so-queer]

there's a woman who published a book telling how she murdered her disabled toddler, thirty two years ago, in france.

she was given an interview. no challenge was posed against her. the prescription for murder passed, she is no longer at risk of being taken to trial.

the child had agonized for three days, of poison, without eating nor drinking.

her name is anne ratier.

the baby's was frédérique.

here's her ugly face and her fucking book cover.

it's entitled "i offered death to my son".

i don't know what to do. so i thought i'd let people know.

#boycottanneratier

#rememberfrederique