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cpunkwitch · 1 year
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hey im in trouble and i need help
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hi, you can call me cass or whatever fits, even my user, i have no preference. i prefer masc/neu honorifics if any though. im disabled, ND, queer, 20 y/o, and starting college again in the fall.
i got fired from my last job, i have no money, im going to apply for a student loan and everything thats going on has put a huge halt on my plans for moving out and getting any further aids and support beyond my cane and medication.
my family is really low on money right now, we cant even buy food this week or possibly even for the next week, let alone pay for our medication.
i have commissions and donations open, im trying hard to do what i can to get by, but im really struggling in such a tight situation and could really use any help i can get.
if you cant help monetarily but can help some other way, even just reblogging this so people who can help can see this, thats okay too! any support means the world right now, if theres anything anyone can offer my asks and dms are open for discussion.
my kofi is below, if you need any other info or have any ideas or just generally anything please let me know.
i dont like making these kinds of posts and reaching out because i always fear they never actually get anywhere but im at such a low right now its worth trying.
again even if you cant offer any money just reblogging this post and helping spread my reach for help is appreciated /srs /np
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wishful-seeker · 7 months
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People assuming disabled people are faking disability cause more harm than people faking disability.
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painroulette · 4 months
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Maybe this is a hot take, but as someone who literally went to a film school for a masters degree and is an avid video game fan, I feel like there’s just too much media out there that uses things like flash warnings to cover their ass for effects they like, don’t even need?
Like, every music video does not need strobe lighting. Games with blinding effects don’t need that effect to be bright fucking white. I’m sick of living in a world where giving a warning is enough to lock an entire group of people of enjoying art and stories for the fucking aesthetic. There are other ways to make things visually interesting I swear.
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thedisablednaturalist · 5 months
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I think when people think of mental illness and what helps, especially with things like anxiety and depression, the treatment involves pushing yourself. Pushing yourself to get out of bed, to exercise, to take a shower, to go out in public, to order your own food from the cashier, etc.
And because the mental health movement has grown so much, people think that's the default of ALL illnesses. That the only way someone will get better is if they push themselves. That practice makes perfect. That you'll become more comfortable or strong over time the more you do something.
But what people need to realize is, with physical disabilities and chronic illnesses, pushing yourself in most cases is DETRIMENTAL. Pushing yourself past your limits can lead to flare ups or further injury. That's why it's important to know your limits, how certain activities may affect your condition, and learn how to either adapt or get help to complete the activity in question.
Also, most of us are already pushing ourselves. Most of us don't have access to the help or equipment we need. Most of us live in places where we frequently encounter inaccessible obstacles. Most of us NEED to rest.
So please don't try to be our physical therapists or doctors. There are people specifically trained to help us navigate our own conditions and limitations. There are people trained to help us strengthen our body's resilience without causing flare-ups or injury. Do not tell us "it'll be good for you" or "you need the exercise" when we say something is too heavy or too far or when we say we need our mobility aid(s). Your friend with depression may need to be encouraged to get out of bed, but your friend with chronic illness definitely doesn't.
Respect our rest.
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emo-batboy · 6 months
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Things Battinson Totally Did During His First Year of University
Using Unhinged or Odd Things I Also Did as a College Freshman :D
Note: for this list, let’s believe Bruce was living in an (admittedly expensive and swanky) dorm because it is required for first-years, especially those entering at a young age, and Alfred told him he needed to make friends. Also yes I did every single thing on this list. I never claimed to be a role model
Bruce, to his TA: I’m so sorry I’m late to class. I gave blood a few hours ago and almost fainted on the way here, but it won’t happen again.
Signs up for a class called “Age of Dinosaurs” despite it not being required whatsoever and proceeds to work his entire schedule around it
Bruce: Your mental health is super important. If you think you should see the on-campus therapist, go see them. Friend: Fine. I’ll sign up for therapy if you sign up for therapy too. Bruce: Hold on-
Finds a loophole in his housing contract that allows him to get a pet frog, calls him kermit :)
Gets a second frog because Kermit was lonely, names it Constantine after Muppets Most Wanted, then realizes that they’re gay for each other. Wonders if the rainbow-colored rocks he got them triggered anything
Swings dramatically between calling Alfred every single day and ghosting him for weeks, cries when he realizes what he did
“Accidentally” joins the student body council, doesn’t know what he’s doing, gets re-elected anyway
Molds a dragon out of Laffy Taffy instead of doing his work
Bruce: *joins Honors, gets all A’s, takes the max amount of classes, has several minors, overachieves* Also Bruce: I’m a failure.
Breaks into a building after hours to study because NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO SHUT THE FUCK UP AT THE LIBRARY
Bruce: I will not get seasonal depression this year. Bruce: *gets real and seasonal depression that year*
Meticulously schedules his day with a color-coded planner because if he sits down for too long, the thoughts will consume him
Gives a presentation to his rhetoric class on how much he likes Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse (it is 20 minutes long)
Successfully allocates funding from the student body council to pay for free feminine products in the dorms OUT OF SPITE because someone said it couldn't be done. fuck you, Andrew
Bruce: It is not an all-nighter if I go to sleep before my first class. Friend: It is 7:30am, the sun is in the sky, and your first class is at 12:30. Bruce: But I am getting sleep.
Refuses to go anywhere without his backpack because what if he needs three notebooks at once
Loses over 20 pounds because ✨stress✨ and scares the shit out of Alfred when he comes home for Thanksgiving
Argues with his TA over the one (1) question he got wrong on his Dinosaur exam
Bruce, calling Alfred: Hello father figure. How do I do taxes? Do I have to do them myself? Also, I think I’m having a panic attack.
Joins in on a charity arts-and-crafts project that gives kids books with matching activities made by volunteers, proceeds to commandeer the project because “it’s not color-blind friendly” and rewrites the instructions for everyone
Makes a murder wall
Goes to one (1) sports game and proceeds to leave in the first ten minutes because it’s way too loud wtf is wrong with people
Professor, addressing the lecture hall: I dare you to write an essay about these two sentences. Bruce: *writes an essay about six words, gets a 100, never even read the book*
Crawls into the ceiling for some alone time
Ghosts someone after a date because he’s too scared to tell them he didn’t know it was a date in the first place and now he feels bad
Classmate: How tf does he walk across campus that fast? I go in the same direction he does on my bike, and he’s always ahead of me. Bruce: *is gay sprinting to Dinosaur class*
Refuses to let others use his Favorite Pen TM
Constantly gets mistaken for a Grad Student because he is “so wise and mature” (bestie, that’s the autism)
Alfred: *casually mentions he got into a car accident through text* Bruce: *replies with a meme while hyperventilating because he doesn’t know what to do with that information??!*
Wears a suit to one of his finals
Regularly eats non-organic food for the first time in his life, proceeds to learn about several allergies Alfred forgot to mention he has
Writes “What is a Hot Pocket?” in calligraphy and proceeds to laugh his ass off alone in his dorm because he is so exhausted he’s reached the point of delusion
Locks himself out of his dorm right before class, frantically asks the floor group chat if someone can help, proceeds to tell the nice gay man on the floor who saved him “I love you” because his social skills have hit rock bottom
Makes a little music album display next to his desk for his favorite band (Nirvana) His friends call it a shrine, and they are technically correct
Has a blacklist of people he refuses to interact with because Reasons
Counselor: What do you want to do when you graduate? Bruce: *gestures vaguely*
Refuses to take the bus because there are people in there and he doesn’t like those
Loses one of his frogs, how tf did he do that, they’re fully aquatic, oh fuck, this is probably why they got rid of that loophole a year later because unbeknownst to Bruce, he accidentally started a frog revolution in the dorms, btw he SWEARS he did not mean to do that
Has two trash cans in his room: one for the Good Garbage, and one for the Bad Garbage. Only Bruce knows which is which
Bruce: *writes a creative piece about a ship’s final thoughts as it sinks, bringing its passengers down with it* TA: Absolutely lovely, Bruce, but are you okay?
Goes on Night Walks, keeps himself safe by maintaining a level 12 resting bitch face at all times
Earns the nickname “8th floor cryptid” after pacing the halls at 3am when it’s too cold for Night Walks (honestly tho how tf didn’t he get the nickname earlier?)
Bruce: Do you think a depressed person could do this? Bruce: *has a manic episode*
Okay that's all love you BYE
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vibes-on-the-fritz · 9 months
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hey! disability advocates, i would appreciate it if yall read this. especially if it is uncomfortable for you to hear.
there is always someone who needs more support than you.
this does not mean that you do not deserve support. this does not mean you do not deserve treatment. this does not mean that your needs should not be met.
this does mean that your struggles should not be the end to your advocacy. this does mean that if something is difficult for you, it is inaccessible for someone else. this does mean that different forms of disability need to be kept in mind when it comes to advocating for accessibility.
i am extremely fortunate to be as well off as i am. my family is able to support my medical bills and can afford specialists. i can still walk with support. i can communicate verbally the vast majority of the time. i have access to mobility aids and other things that ease my struggles. im white and have reliable access to housing. i am lucky to have these and so many other things.
when you are advocating for disabled rights, always remember there are people who need various accommodations. options need to be available to people with all kinds of disabilities. being disabled is complicated, and it intersects with all sorts of marginalized groups. there is no one way to be disabled or accessible. just because something works for you, doesnt mean it works for everyone.
thank you and have a nice day.
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chronicallycouchbound · 8 months
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I feel like people often don’t talk about the experiences of disabled people who have caretakers because so much of the conversation is about us—not including us.
I receive in home care for 30 hours a week (+ 4 hours/week for respite). This is paid for by Medicaid (state insurance). Outside of paid hours, my primary caretakers care for me unpaid and assist me most of the time. I’m very rarely left alone due to my high support needs. Often, when I am left alone, I am completely bedridden or at minimum housebound. I have frequent emergency life threatening health problems, falls, and serious injuries even with support in place, and these things significantly increase when I’m on my own.
I’m extremely lucky that my paid caretakers are my partner, my sister (the only family member I have regular contact with, I’m estranged from the rest of my immediate family and most of my extended family) and my best friend.
I used to have agency staffing which was horrible for me and borderline traumatic. At several points, before doing the self directed care option (which allows me to choose my own staff, hire and train them myself and dictate hours for them), I opted to not have any staffing. I was regularly in the emergency room. I can’t drive, so I was having to walk and if I was lucky enough to be able to take the bus on occasion or get a ride from a Facebook acquaintance, they were few and far in between. I don’t have family support, and even my sister who is supportive wasn’t living in the state at the time and doesn’t have a car most of the time.
And before I could even choose which staffing option, even though medically it had been deemed essential for me to have in home care, even though my insurance covered it, I had to wait several years (I was 18 when I was approved) until I was 21 to qualify to start. The reason why: I was legally an “adult disabled child” because of my high support needs (which is funny because I STILL don’t have SSI at age 24) and thus legally unable to consent to my own care plan. I needed a blood relative to consent, and that same blood relative (who had to have proof of such!) couldn’t care for me. At the time, my sister was the only person who could’ve been my caregiver and also she is the only verifiable blood relative I have contact with for safety reasons, and my only relative on this side of the USA.
The first business day after my 21st birthday I immediately got things set up to get in home care.
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This is out of date, I get assistance with more than just these highlighted ADL (activities of daily living) tasks now.
In short: my day-to-day life is entirely dependent on others.
And there’s power imbalances that exist between me and my caregivers, even with my current caregivers being amazing and anti-ableist. They will always exist. We talk about the power dynamics of me being dependent on them for my survival, and how heavy that weight can be for each of us.
Having caregivers often means that accessibility is extra difficult— I’ve been told straight up multiple times that I can’t have assistance from my caregivers to help me change in a changing room when we’re out shopping. That they can’t go into the bathroom with me, that they can’t help me get un/dressed during appointments, that they can’t come into spaces with me.
I’ve been denied access to psychiatric care because I can’t do my daily living tasks (ADLs- the highlighted items) independently. And when I’m in a hospital or emergency room, I can’t have my in home workers be paid to care for me, there’s an expectation that the nursing staff at the hospital will do it. Even though my caregivers were specifically trained to learn my body and needs for weeks and have been working with me for years. I have severe cPTSD and showering in front of a stranger is something I cannot do. I would rather fall or faint or get injured or just not shower than deal with that. But I’m expected to just let anyone have access to my body just because I’m physically disabled and need support.
When I faint/fall/get injured/have life threatening health issues arise while I’m not clothed, or when I’m otherwise vulnerable, I’m supposed to let strangers just touch me however they want to. I have to show them my chest (for my cardiac care) and let them poke and examine me. I can’t object without losing access to vital care.
I have agency. I have rights. I have autonomy. I deserve to be able to exercise these things.
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adustoflove · 3 months
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Having bpd to me is like I'm the loneliest person on the planet, no matter how many people I talk to, no matter how many connections I make or have, I'm a lonely void who will die alone. I have to be talking to someone or with someone every second of every minute of every day. I love people so much, I need people. There's so many people out there with different things to teach you. And then, if I have to talk to one person for more than 6 seconds today, I'll kill them. I'll kill myself. I need to be left alone for the rest of the day, I need no one but myself to be happy. I don't want to partake in anything with anyone because it's all draining and taking out of my alone time. Everyone is the same, they're all boring and self-absorbed. Every conversation feels like I'm forcing myself to be actively present. I just want to be alone in my room with nothing or no one. I don't see a future where I'm happy with anyone other than being by myself.
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cpunkwitch · 7 months
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need help paying bills - comms open
i just had to pay my mom most of what was left in my account so she could pay the power bill for the month. i wont be getting that back for a while and i was trying hard to save that up.
we're lucky we got power back as soon as we got home because i have an assignment due tonight and missed all my classes for the day due to the power being shut off.
we dont have much collectively between us (myself, older brother and both parents) for the next bill or groceries and my pay coming in this week from work wont be enough to make a dent.
i have commissions open and items in my store on kofi, anything you can do to help out is majorly appreciated.
i do tarot readings, digital art, i make pride themed bracelets (including custom colours) and i may add in options for art adopts, "special goober" commissions and more when i have the time.
if you cant buy anything or commission me, please reblog this post and spread it so folks who can will see this!
thank you!
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verstappenclerc · 2 months
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awesomecooperlove · 5 months
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🇺🇸💵🤔
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plague-parade · 1 year
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able bodied people will decide you’re not disabled over *checks notes* the shoes you wear
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mortallyatomicmoon · 3 months
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talkethtothehandeth · 9 months
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Here’s a reminder that you don’t have to faint to have pots, and your pots is literally just as valid as anyone else’s, even if you never faint.
I always dealt with presyncope, never ever syncope. But my body decided to change it up this year, and now I’ve been dealing with the ✨ fainting episodes ✨ that have happened both in public at at my home.
I never ever thought I would actually faint, I always thought that it wasn’t “that bad” because I never fainted, I never went unconscious so what’s so bad about it, right?(/s)
Pots is pots, it’s not called postural orthostatic tachycardia fainting syndrome. It is what it is and whether or not you faint doesn’t determine the diagnosis! Fainting isn’t a prerequisite to getting diagnosed! Some pots patients have it bad, and some have it better. But either way, someone who faints 5 times a day, or faints occasionally (bonjour, it’s me) or never ever faints at all, we all share the same diagnosis!
Your presenting symptoms don’t equate the validity of your disorder.
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sag-dab-sar · 2 months
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DO NOT FUCKING TOUCH MY WHEELCHAIR.
IF IT IS IN THE WAY ASK ME TO MOVE IT.
NO I DO NOT CARE THAT I WASN'T SITTING IN IT.
IF YOU WOULD NOT PHYSICALLY PICK ME UP AND MOVE ME IF I WAS IN YOUR WAY THEN DO NOT DO IT TO MY WHEELCHAIR.
WHY IS IT ALWAYS HOSPITAL STAFF WHO HAVE NO FUCKING RESPECT HOLY SHIT.
I WOULD HAVE SAID "Please don't touch my wheelchair I will move it out of the way myself" BUT SHE DID IT SO SUDDENLY I DIDN'T HAVE TIME.
SHE ALMOST TOOK MY WHEELCHAIR OUT OF MY REACH IN A WAITING ROOM.
YOU ARE TAKING MY LEGS.
I HAD TO PHYSICALLY GRAB IT BACK FROM HER BEFORE SHE MOVED IT OUT OF MY REACH.
SHE DIDN'T EVEN APOLOGIZE.
SHE WAS JUST WALKING BY SO I WOULD HAVE HAD TO ASK STRANGERS TO GET IT FOR ME.
THATS HUMILIATING.
LET ME REPEAT.
THATS HUMILIATING.
FUCK OFF.
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neuroticboyfriend · 1 year
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the phrase special needs isn't actually referring to the needs of disabled & neurodivergent people.
it's about how abled people view us and our needs. they see our needs as excessive or unnecessary. they see us as unable to have autonomy, as if we're too incapable for it. they see our needs as things they need to do to "normalize" us.
the "special" in special needs isn't out about us - not the real us, at least. it's all about who they think we are, or who we should be. they think we're broken - that our needs can't simply be natural needs. it's ableist and dehumanizing.
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