i hate living here. my parents are disrespectful and hateful of my identity as a trans man, and when you add on top of that the fact that i’m disabled and they don’t believe me? boy don’t you have a mess.
i have no income, no job, no car, no credit, no freedom, very limited mobility, and basically no access to the outside world.
i’m tired of living in this room and in this phone. i want to travel, i want to dance, i want to swim, i want to be able to live how i want.
not only does the country make that super difficult because i’m trans, but my body makes that super difficult because i’m disabled.
i’ve been asked to clean my room for months now and i’m in a constant struggle with keeping it clean enough for them to get off my ass and keeping it in a certain order so my autism doesn’t flip out when i can’t find something that once was in a perfect place.
then there’s the fact that a lot of the energy it takes to clean my room comes from sleeping, which has been a massive problem lately. i got a breathing machine for sleep but the mask overwhelms and overstimulates me and it keeps me up way later than just sleeping on my own would.
i also am forced to do the whole family’s laundry every weekend. i have proof in a message conversation with my dad that i’ve told him before that moving the baskets of clothes from machine to machine and then across the house to the living room to fold is way too hard on my body and it has several times in the past caused me to pass out.
yet every weekend it’s the same thing. why didn’t you move the clothes from the machines and bring them to the living room? why don’t you just do it quickly and then you can sit down for a while and cool off afterwards?
this morning i snapped at my father “i was under the impression that we had an arrangement where someone else would bring the baskets of clothes out to me and i would fold them.”
his response? “no we had an arrangement when you weren’t feeling good. i was happy to do it then.”
two things:
first, when was the most recent time i “wasn’t feeling good?” was it last week? what about the week before that? what about before that? yeah that’s right it was all of those and more. his idea of me not feeling good is when he can tell, which was two weeks ago when i was having a flare up.
second, why aren’t you happy to do it now? am i too much work for you? does my disability tire you? is it annoying when you can’t have a day in bed because your adult son can’t do the laundry on his own? is this disability that affects EVERY ASPECT OF MY LIFE frustrating you because you have to help me with this one thing? sorry i didn’t realise i was inconveniencing you.
i never feel well enough to do anything, but i do shit anyway. i refuse, however, to do physical work and/or heavy lifting because i have pots which is why i faint. i will not crack open my fucking skull just because you don’t wanna help me. either you help me or it doesn’t get done. i’m sick of this.
i can’t tell my parents this of course. but it’s nice to get it out of my head. i hate living here but at the same time i’m terrified to get kicked out because i can’t go anywhere. i have no support system in this state and no income at all. i’ve been basically housebound since the winter holidays of 2021. i hate staying but i have to.
why does it have to be this way for disabled people? why does it have to be this way for trans people? why can’t the world believe us?
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Can’t even speak your daughters name, please just spare me the false pretense, it’s sickening Heuchlerisch/Scheinheilig . Why "care" suddenly now hours later after she could be dead in some jungle but not right then and there when you still were at Hiraa and got your memories back…. okay vent over it continuous in the tags
Edit: Since people like to miss the point here, the writing decision of making Ursa suddenly care out of nowhere without showing any interest or care after getting her face in Hiraa for Azula or Zuko’s face is just very shallow to me, they can tell me all they want how Zuko searched, and apparently Ursa "helped". Her reaction upon seeing them for the first time again told me everything I as reader have to know. Then, seeing her crying on the boat is like a slap since it’s then feels very shallow, especially since she can’t even name Azula by name and says the "other" one.
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Another interesting thing about the chase scene with Miles and all the other spiders is he never puts his mask back on until he’s about to go home.
The entire time he is running away as Miles cause he was rejected by the society on the basis of being Miles, the anomaly, not the Spider-man. Not cause he didn’t wear the mask correctly but on the arbitrary basis that he wasn’t supposed to be the one wearing it. The exact opposite of what being Spider-man is supposed to represent.
All the Spidermen that are eventually on his side have their masks off the entire time denoting a sense of personalness to the chase and their relation to Miles; coming to him as friends rather than Spiderpeople doing their duty. How they see him for he is, face to face and who he can be with that mask even if they aren’t quite at that point during the chase. It’s a notable contrast to all the Spidermen with covered faces who are just following orders and acting as Spidermen, even Miguel. It’s only at the end when Miguel makes it clear that this is more personal with Miles, when they are face to face, when his mask truly starts coming off and he is acting in the interest of Miguel rather than that of a Spider-man.
I think it’s a really clever way to show how it’s not important whose under the mask but at the same time noting how whose under the mask makes the Spider-Man and how they choose to uphold that mantle. Miles made up how he was going to do that at the end. Rejecting the society as Miles and returning as his own Spider-Man.
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