The Leftism Leaving People’s Bodies When You Ask Them Not To Say Ableist Shit

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

this is 90% of why my blog says “i dont know how to use tumblr but im learning.” what the hell is this and how am i supposed to know

Art by Essi Välimäki

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

Reblog this if it’s okay to DM you and shoot the friendship shot.

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 in a generation” is such an odd phrase, doesn’t that mean it happens every 20-30 years? that’s not really once in an anything, just a thing that keeps happening

Same as it ever was

i should be naked with my lover not whatever this is

shoutout to being fuzzy

estrogen didn’t get rid of most of my body hair and i’m so thankful for that

I think body hair that isn’t leg hair deserves appreciation too. Body hair is amazing. I love the little hairs above my lip. I love how I can see the peach fuzz on my jaw starting to grow thicker. It’s exciting to see more chest hair everyday, I love that after years of having just the one that more are coming.

I love the little hairs on my arm that are growing in, little blonde ones that will turn black some day to match the rest. I love the hair on my hands and the hair on my fingers. I love that the hair on my stomach has been going growing further up my belly. I can see light blonde hairs on my back that weren’t there before, I’ll love them too when they grow in.

My leg hair was already so thick and dark, and I hope mine gets thicker and darker. I love the matching patches of skin on my legs that are bald from my thighs rubbing together. I even love the hair on my feet. I love being hairy but if the hair on my head thins or goes bald I’ll love that too.