#mimzy things

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A (unironically) wonderful conversation I had with my mum:

Mum: hey don't open the kitchen window any time soon, there's two spiders outside and one of them's an albino spider so there's no way you'd see it

Me: Are they daddy-long-legs?

Mum: ...well, they're outside

Me: oh, yeah they're probably some freaky garden spider or something

Mum: yeah and the white one is sitting next to the windowsill, the other's off to the side

I don't know, there's something delightful about family and friends taking the time to find me and warn me about little dangers I wouldn't be able to see. My best friend tells me about curbs a few feet in advance. My mum warns me if there's gum or a spilled drink on the sidewalk so my cane tip won't get sticky and gross. If it rains my mum helps me avoid accidentally stepping on the worms that climb onto the sidewalk. If there's a cobweb in the corner or on the ceiling she offers to clean it.

I've had strangers warn me about branches on the sidewalk after storms or move obstacles out of my path. One woman helped me plan a detour because the campus quad was blocked off.

There's also the cuter little moments, like someone telling me about the seasonal special when we walk into a restaurant or cafe, or describing a dog or cat on the street.

My best friend sometimes tries to describe memes to sighted people only for them to go 'why can't you just show me the meme???' and he's like, 'oh, I forget not everyone's blind'

Anyway, I love the people in my life, and I love humanity in general

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I got to experience one of my favorite tropes in real life.

To set the scene, I am in the kitchen with the good knives and my parents are in the next room over.

Me: can you bring me some paper towels?

Dad: how many do you need?

Me: just a few, there's not that much blood... *realizes what I just said* DON'T WORRY! IT'S NOT MY BLOOD!

Me: wait, how much blood is too much blood???

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I saw you Percy Jackson post, and this might be a stupid question - but what's daydreaming like for you? Because for me I can't really imagine zoning out without staring at something. Like, I'm usually zoning out all the time looking at something way in the distance, like visual ASMR.

Idk, it's a stupid question, but I just wanted to know if it's any different?

This isn't a stupid question <3

I don't think the experience has changed much from when I was sighted. I stare at one point in space and my eye muscles slowly relax. My eyes probably look like they're pointing in slightly different directions.

If I'm indoors and/or in small spaces then it's a lot easier to keep my eyes pointed at one spot. In outdoor settings and large spaces my gaze probably drifts and focuses on the most stimulating part of the flat-background. So spots of bright color, light sources, or repetitive motion (I can see movement and light sources a lot better than anything else).

If you're curious about what happens in my head when I daydream- I still have visual daydreams but the visuals are a combination of what I see in my daily life and what I see in movies/TV/photos. Visual media is about the only way I'm maintaining any visual memory of things like stars and landscapes.

For example, my computer wallpaper is of a lake in autumn time. Because the whole photo is right in front of me, I can actually see depth, but I conceptualize depth very mathematically. I also can't see individual leaves despite it being a high resolution photo.

My daydreams also have a lot of smell and touch folded into them because those senses add a lot of detail to my daily experiences. When I was sighted it was just visual and audio detail. For example, if I imagined walking through a rose garden, it would probably be one I've visited before and while the colors and shapes of the flowers are blurry, the smells are very clear. If I was imagining a castle, I would use a lot of visual detail I picked up from movies/TV shows.

I hope this helps <3 thank you for asking

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I’m twenty-eight now and all I want is for my body to be squished by a rolling pin until my bones and muscles are roughly the consistency of pie crust dough

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this isn't really an ask but i just wanted to say thank you for all the blind character guides you've written! i was having a hard time finding resources on where to start. your blog really helped me get a good baseline and i've been able to expand on my blind character so much since finding your blog. it's been very helpful. thank you again! sorry if this is like super cheesy but i do really appreciate it :)

These messages are very welcome <3 they make me smile and feel appreciated and if at any point I'm going through a difficult time, the encouragement really helps <3

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Finish a task? Nay, I am and remain unacquainted with her.

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I don’t know what to say but I need to share it with you guys ❤️

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Right before my chronic fatigue crash nap of the day, I thought of the perfect metaphor to describe what chronic fatigue is like:

The medical definition of chronic fatigue is "a fatigue that can not be solved by rest."

Here it is, presuming that:

-energy is a form of currency

-and that our bodies hold that energy like a bank account

-and every task requires a certain amount of energy (ex: getting dressed, showering, making dinner, dishes, laundry, taking out the trash, seeing friends, going to work or school)

-and that sleep is the labor by which we obtain income (energy), the payment system works as thus:

Able-bodied people are paying for their daily tasks with a debit card. There is no interest, and depending on how much sleep they get per day, that income will restore itself.

Disabled people, especially people with chronic fatigue or chronic pain, are paying for everything with a credit card, and that credit card has a high-interest rate. No matter how much energy they accumulate in sleep, some of that money is always getting paid to reduce some of their debt.

If they wish to attempt paying off that debt quickly, that means spending a lot less money on daily necessities: that means letting dishes stack up, not doing the laundry, skipping showers, staying home from school or work.

Which is the equivalent of someone in debt not taking their car to a mechanic, not being able to visit a doctor, not replacing shoes and jackets as they wear out, having to put off paying their electricity bill. Those financial needs will not disappear in a few weeks, but rather will begin to accumulate so that as soon as you have a little extra money, that's where it's going.

Chores, school work, and personal care are not going anywhere either.

And if those needs get taken care of, that's less money to pay off the debt, and interest grows until your card is maxed out. The physical health version of maxing out your credit card is having a medical relapse.

And if you started off reading this wondering why on earth disabled people were paying with credit instead of debit, why they had accumulated so much debt so quickly, the answer is this: a medical emergency, possibly one that required being hospitalized.

The bills of that medical emergency are steep, and that is no fault of the disabled person.

(This metaphor brought to you by my brain as I crashed on Wednesday, typed up before class on Thursday, and forgot about until Sunday)