Let's all say "thank you, sir" to Nobuhiko Okamoto for his superb interpretation of Bakugo in today's episode.
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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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Thinking about sqx living his mortal life, noticing odd things. Little things at first: he’ll be searching for some belonging of his, and then it will suddenly appear within grasp—somewhere he’s sure he’s already checked.
Sometimes he’ll cook food, and swear he left a bowl’s worth in the pot. But when he returns to pour it for himself, the pot is mysteriously empty. Often when this happens, something good will happen the next day. He’ll find a gold piece on the ground somewhere, or something he’s been looking for will show up at a nearby market stall for cheap. Or perhaps he’ll come across some lovely little trinket that seems to belong to no one, and he finds himself pocketing it, too enamoured with it to pawn.
One evening, his crutch breaks. It’s late, so there’s not much he can do about it until the morning. He sighs and sets it aside, before going to bed. When he wakes up, the crutch beside him is completely repaired—as if it never broke at all.
He asks the others about this, and they laugh it off. It’s not the first time he’s rambled about strange occurrences.
“Maybe you’re haunted!” One of them jokes off-handedly.
“Yeah! By a hungry ghost, perhaps,” someone else adds.
Shi Qingxuan freezes, his mind starts turning, and his heart begins to pound. “…Haunted?”
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From then on, whenever he cooks for himself, he places a second bowl across from him. It doesn’t always work at first, but eventually, the bowl will empty itself every time without fail.
Perhaps some day, his hungry ghost will reveal itself.
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