Yes, I Did It, But Do You Have Any Idea How Hard It Was? How Much Pain It Caused Me? How Much It Cost?

I can't wait to do this when I'm a doctor!!

Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.

You’re allowed to struggle and complain even if you aren’t the “worst” you could be.

You don’t need to be positive and grateful all the time. It’s okay to have feelings about your disabilities. It’s okay to vent about them.

Just because it could be worse doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it to be better.

Petition to refer to TERFs as FARTs, which stands for Feminist Appropiating Reactionary Tranaphobe

This makes me really happy. I hope I can be that for someone.

oh by the way!! yesterday morning i saw someone my age walking with a cane while i was going to school. it was the first time and it was really quite exciting!

i haven't really needed my cane in a while now but seeing other young people using one really makes me feel less alone <3

this is your reminder that if you are young and going out in public with a mobility aid there probably will be some seemingly able-bodied kid watching you and feeling less alone. and just maybe they might try taking their aid outside, someday.

@ august please be a little gentle with me I’m so tired

I finally got the tattoo I've wanted for years😁 so I always have an extra spoon for bad days🥄

Visibly Disabled Nonexistence

[ Plain text: Visibly Disabled Nonexistence ]

Visibly disabled people don’t exist. We don’t get that privilege. 

We are our aids. Our deformities. Our movements that don’t match abled expectations. We are our weird noises and our inability to speak. We are medical and gross and nonhuman. We are disabled. We are not people.

We get asked about our private, personal medical information and we are to share the correct amount at all times. The correct amount is enough to satiate abled curiosity but not so much that it makes them uncomfortable. We are not to complain. We have nothing to complain about. Because we are not people.

We are fictional characters that make abled people remember how lucky they are. They would kill themselves if they were us. But they are not us. They will never be us. Because we are not people.

We cannot be happy, because we are disabled. And disability is tragic. We cannot be sad, because we’re not immediately dying. And when we’re immediately dying, that’s okay. Because we are not people.

We have to work or be in the hospital getting treatment at all times. If our lives aren’t for money, we shouldn’t exist. We don’t exist anyway. We are fictional characters. We are not people.

Our lives are simply stories made to tell children to behave. You don’t want to end up like that filthy cripple do you? You’re only a cripple when you misbehave. Because behaving makes you human. And we are not human.

We don’t exist. We are nonexistent, ungendered, unsexual disableds. We are stories. We are our disabilities first and ourselves never. Because we are not people.

From friends and family, to doctors, and strangers: disabled people have to face judgement, disbelief and hurtful comments. But guess what? There are so many more disabled people in the world than you realise, in fact many of us try to fake being well, because of the stigma and judgement surrounding disability.

Faking disability and illlness is rare. The 1 in 4 disabled people in the world are not rare. So next time you think about questioning someone's disability - don't. That's all.