When it’s a bad pain day so you need your cane but it’s a BAD pain day so your hand hurts too much to hold your cane:
…Chat what do I do if my hand hurts too much to use my cane. Am I just fucked? Asking cuz I have to do go outside.
Reblogged
"But Lucius is physically disabled and he survived, so it's fine to kill Izzy -"
As most of you know, I am physically disabled. Have to use a lot of very visible mobility aids, get stared at in the street, have kids asking uncomfortable questions, etc.
If you are also physically disabled and cannot see that there is a WORLD of difference between Lucius losing his finger and Izzy having a hugely traumatic, majorly life-changing disability thrust upon him, becoming suicidal, using alcohol to cope, crawling along the floor, hating himself and feeling useless and worthless, thinking he's a burden to the people he cared about because of his physical inability to protect them...
Then getting built up again by that same crew, given a beautiful prosthetic that they made for him, accepted and loved, and learning to accept and love himself specifically as a queer disabled man....
THEN SAYING EXPLICITLY THAT HE WANTS TO DIE, AFTER ALL OF THAT BEAUTIFUL GROWTH
If you cannot see how that might be JUST A LITTLE upsetting to other disabled cripplepunk folks....
I honestly do not know what to say to you.
His arc was about self-acceptance and self-love as a disabled queer man. To have him declare that he wanted to die after coming to terms with his disability and queerness is, in fact, going to upset a lot of disabled queer people.
If you are not physically disabled, feel free to reblog but don't say a word unless it's in support.
[Edited to remove the parts about Ed being canonically disabled, as someone kindly pointed out to me that they were incorrect. I hadn't realised that his knee brace was just fanon! The creators shouldn't get credit for creating a 'disabled' main character if the disability is only really acknowledged by fans.]
With @staff 's recent post saying 1/4 of this site is LGBTQ going around, I'd like to see what the actual demographic is
So!
Please reblog for bigger sample size!
I almost got hit by a car yesterday. I think it was my fault. I wish I lived in a more walkable city. I’m glad my speed was at mode 2 and not the usual 1. Otherwise I would have surely been crushed. It seems the intersection of diagonal death isn’t the only place where the reaper can snatch you.
I believe in shifting. It feels weird, knowing somewhere I didn’t survive that.
I’m… torn. You see, last month I took a trip to New York City for my coming of age birthday and while I was there I ate food from a street vendor and immediately got sick and threw up. Since then, I’ve been feeling nauseous whenever I eat something. I lost 8 pounds just in the first week/week and a half/two-weeks-ish(and I was skinny before that, I haven’t weighed myself since). The size of my portions are pitiful. I dread eating in public. I can’t stand the smell of food after I eat, it makes the feeling worse. This past week, I’ve taken to skipping breakfast entirely. I love food. I love the taste, I love the texture, I love it! But now it makes me sick and I can’t enjoy it as much. This whole ordeal would be entirely bad if not for one thing. My body. I’m beautiful. And yeah, I’ve told myself that I’m beautiful before but now I feel like a fucking goddess. Like. All the time. My reflection has become what I wished it was when I would stare in the mirror before taking a shower a few short months ago. I’ve been subtly admiring myself in every mirror I walked past. I’ve been wearing crop tops out with no jacket when before I couldn’t leave the house without a jacket wearing an oversized T shirt. So today I skipped breakfast on purpose. I couldn’t bear losing my newfound silhouette. I don’t know what to make like this. I look like a fucking Victoria’s Secret model and I feel like one too, but I also know I’m doing down a very dangerous path. I feel like I’m being stupid. Skipping meals is BAD. I know this, I know everyone else knows this, I KNOW this is wrong. And to reiterate, I LOVE food. Food is yummy. Yay food. So I’m at war with myself. It seems like there’s only one or the other(chronic pain says I can’t have both, I couldn’t eat the breakfast and exercise it away). I don’t want to develop an eating disorder. Hopefully that never happens. I know the hell that it puts your loved ones through, I’ve suffered more than a bit helping a friend. As it is, I’ll skip breakfast tomorrow.