this moderna commercial just went "the pandemic may be over, but covid 19 isnt going anywhere. covid is still among the top 5 leading causes of death"... wow... its almost like the pandemic isnt over.
can people please stop being weird (rude) about my teeth on my "its never too late to start brushing your teeth, i hadnt brushed my teeth in 10 years and im getting better at doing it" post.
you dont need to fucking go "HOW DO YOU STILL HAVE TEETH??" or "I could NEVER let my teeth rot." you can just keep that to your fucking self. please stop treating me like a freak. learn to be normal about disabled people and hygiene ♡♡♡
rough day today but i just had the following exchange with myself:
me: well i'm done eating my last meal of the day. now what do i do?
me: you rest. that's what animals do after they eat.
me, suddenly feeling a lot less worried about doing something Worth It for the rest of the night: ...oh.
i think one of my favorite posts i've seen on this webbed site is the one from that skinny pre-T guy who said their transition goal is being a bear. like. sincerely that is one of the most beautiful things in the world to me and if any of you feel similarly i want you to know your soul is absolutely radiant and you should embrace your destiny as a big beautiful bear. i love you and your transgender joy.
not that people who've been to the ward are immune from being pro-psych, but if you've never been to a psych ward*, i sincerely don't want to hear about how psychiatry/psychology is good because you've had such a good experience with X provider, or X medication saved your life. *i also don't want to hear about how the forced treatment was what you needed or how the ward you went to let you have your cellphone etc. etc. i genuinely do not want to hear it.
like. the first hospitalization traumatized me so bad, i became dangerously delusional, was re-hospitalized, and sent to state. when they transferred me, i was strapped down into a gurney at all points on my body, *head and neck included*, and loaded onto an ambulance. my parents lost most of their parental rights; i was a ward of the state and had near zero rights. when i got there, they made me choose if, "if necessary," if i wanted to be wrangled down and forcibly injected with a sedative... or wrangled down and locked in a padded room all by myself (but at least i had a choice, right?). i signed consents and paperwork that i did not fucking understand. then i was told i'd be locked inside for 2 straight weeks (which yes, they followed through with). the psych ward was remote, nothing but barbed fences and trees around us. cant even see the sun through the heavily tinted windows. that was the *start* of the stay. i'm sure you can imagine nothing good came after.
so like. if you walk out of a place like that thinking it was good for you, then i can only imagine how traumatized you are and i hope you heal someday. but if you've never faced the destruction of your autonomy like that and go around being like "oh this is good actually" then shut the ever living fuck up.
i hate you money i hate you landlords i hate you prisons i hate you cops i hate you psych wards i hate you psychiatry i hate you corporations i hate you stores i hate you liberalism i hate you conservatism i hate you capitalism
if you ever dont post something to this site bc ur like "oh people wont like it" remember this is a blogging platform. ur not some company's twitter page, u are some person running a blog. ur blog is for ur thoughts. ur art. ur music. the things u wanna share about ur day. the things you never told anyone.
like who cares if discourse blog number 182721 likes it. hell, who cares if that mutual you've never even spoken to likes it. this is tumblr and i think. i think you know by now that people here either give no shits and too many shits, and the people who give too many are miserable. u shouldnt be miserable on ur own blog.