Lovely Story From A Friend Today.

me, autistic, so horny I could explode: I miss rules and tasks

the psych facility I stayed in at 17 didn’t give me a room due to my being a wheelchair user.

i was forced to sleep on an air mattress on the floor in the dayroom of the psych facility because they were “afraid i would fall”.

the dayroom was the “hub” of the facility. i had to try to sleep while patients were getting prepped for admission at the desk only a few feet from me. while people were getting blood drawn, meds administered, etc. i barely slept.

they also didn’t let me bring my own wheelchair in, and made me use a hospital wheelchair which was not fit to my orthopedic needs. my shoulders still ache when i see one of those fucking rust buckets.

psychiatric care is not safe for physically disabled people. if i have another mental health crisis, I will choose anything over going back to one of those places. i would rather die by my own hand than go back there and be subjected to that kind of treatment again.

inpatient psychiatric care is typically only for physically nondisabled people.

psych facilities will often simply turn you away if you have mobility aids or specific medical or access needs they are unwilling to meet. i have also heard stories of them doing things like taking away people's communication devices.

institutional psychiatric 'care' is a mixed blessing at best, but since it's what we have, it should be available to everyone who needs it. people with non-psychiatric disabilities are more likely than average, not less, to need this type of care. but it is often not available for us.

Once you become a certain age, it is your responsibility to unlearn behaviors that hinder your growth as a person.

Im so tired of trump diaper jokes. So fucking tired. Maga people don't care, trump doesn't care, the people who have to wear incontinence products for medical reasons though? We notice and we care.

random musing.

something i really love about life right now is the silent wobble of solidarity when i see another person who has a movement disorder. i wobbled past a guy with cerebral palsy at the store and he raised his T-rex hand to me like it was a gang sign. hell yeah we may be wobbly but we’ll be wobbly together

needed this today so im reblogging it in case someone else does too

Sometimes your worst fears are true. Sometimes you’ve annoyed a loved one. Sometimes you’ve even upset them or frustrated them.

But you know what? It doesn’t mean they’re done with you. It doesn’t mean they’re going to leave you.

It is normal to be annoying sometimes. It’s normal to not be perfect and to have off days. It’s normal for relationships to not be in perfect harmony all the time.

My point here is, yes, while sometimes they are true, it isn’t the end of everything. It’s actually quite normal. And you’re going to be okay.

You're not immune to being the bully btw. You're not immune to being in the wrong

soon may the wellerman come, your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

it's really weird having a first dog be blind and then getting a second who can see...like how was I supposed to be prepared for this.

this creature can perceive when I put the treats up on the high shelf. or when I hide stuff behind my back. I can't fool her!! she's always watching me and she shouldn't have this much knowledge!!!

I walk around at night and I shine my flash light directly into her eyes and I'll just be standing there staring at her weird blue orbs for like 5 seconds until I realize it's probably extremely annoying to her, because she has eyes!! I'll turn on the light in the room and she gruffs and grumbles like ?? oh right!! light wakes you up!! the fuck??

*gently takes you into my arms*

hey. hey. go put a slice of gouda and some crushed up chips in your mac and cheese. things are gonna be alright someday. maybe soon. maybe they already are.