the stuff with redbubble honestly finally let me make the push to just take my stuff off there
like genuinely. if one of my designs sold on redbubble, i'd be lucky to see a tenth of it. just about any other site would be better to sell stuff on
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When I was more deeply depressed, whenever I was feeling specially distraught, or the abuse had been specially bad that day, I couldn't make myself sit on any surface other than the floor. In my brain it made perfect sense, that I wanted to be as low as possible, as though matching my feelings to my geographical position was essential, that I needed the solid feeling of the ground, that I even felt undeserving of a seat, and that something about giving up all pretense that I was okay helped. I've sat in bathroom floors before, at my family's houses' bathrooms, when I was having meltdowns. I've sat in my room, endless times because it felt like the only logical place to cry was the floor. I never thought it was weird, I thought it just made sense, though my mother always got mad at me for doing it when she caught me, saying I was being dramatic for attention (even though I was in my room / bathroom and she was the one to barge in like??), she got mad at me for everything so that wasn't special. I now think it might have had everything to do with my autism.
And (I know this is gonna sound weird) but I can feel and am always very aware of my elevation from the ground whenever I'm not touching it, ie lying or others, and sometimes I am so overwhelmed that even that feeling is too much and I need it gone. Which coincides of course with breakdowns of all kinds.
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its true that romance amd friendship will not solve everything but. objectively speaking its very hard to get sad when you can say 'lets go get cake tomorrow okay' and someone will go get cake with you. like there is some good at least. you know
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TW: mentions of ARFID under the cut. No explicate details included.
Oh ok… the MCAS food allergy stuff seriously set off my finally mostly under control ARFID stuff and now I’m just not eating again. 😰
Come on, body. Please stop.
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tragic news: two guys ruthlessly bully little kitty cat every day
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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Here's the truth: if this website collapses too, I will never know when a show has finally come out, because I won't suddenly see new gifs from it.
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This might seem like an "old man yells at cloud" situation, but it's just wild growing up and being told how dangerous distracted driving is - how, at highway speeds, you can traverse the length of a football field (100 yards, 91 meters) in a matter of seconds - how one split second sending a text while driving could result in a potential fatal crash, and then getting on the road as a driver and being surrounded by billboards. Their entire purpose is to catch one's attention, so they're lining major roads, which tend to be highways. How is it that you're told how important it is to never be distracted while driving, but still being advertised to?
At best, this type of advertising is an eyesore to pedestrians and motorists and a general waste of electricity to light it, and at worst, it is an active danger considering they are there to advertise and therefore, must catch people's attention.
I'm not even against advertising in theory, but this particular mode bothers me so much and I hate how pervasive it is - especially in large cities or highways.
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i am thinking how much poorer, how much less colorful the world would be if art was only made by "professionals." if all the music, all the stories, all the sketches & paintings & craftwork of the world was created only by the small category of people able to make a decent living from their art. imagine if the only people allowed to create were the experts & the renowned & those aspiring to the top. what a grey world that would be. how much joy would be bleached away! i love you people who create for the sake of creating, i love you artists who do art for tiny audiences, i love you people who make things even just for one person, even just for themselves, even if no one's watching, thank you thank you thank you for decorating the world in which we all exist
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