If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
Conventional health advice: you shouldn't crack your neck, you'll get arthritis
Doctors: fixing a subluxation quickly is important to prevent damage that can cause osteoarthritis and it can cause a cracking noise
Conventional health advice: you shouldn't chug water
Doctors: when someone chugs water, they activate a bodily response that can help pots patients mitigate their symptoms
Conventional health advice: you should sit still to say attention
Doctors: fidget toys and drawing can help maintain attention for things like classwork
Conventional health advice: Don't do that thing you do to feel better
Doctors: you should do that thing everyone tells you not to do to feel better
Me: hmm. This is a wild but like. Maybe trying to standardize medicine when the human body can't even agree on what it needs to be a person is bad actually. It's even worse when laypeople self-police and police others using this standardized advice for literally everyone without assuming they've tried it already. We shouldn't have to try things that we know won't work because otherwise we wouldn't have started doing the other thing.
someone with speech difficulties is not "refusing to speak" to piss you off specifically. whether someone is able to speak or not is completely out of their control, and I can promise that you getting annoyed at them (or choosing to ignore their other communication methods) isn't helping
Ummm hi? My name is Sonny (pronounced sunny) and I use all pronouns with a preference of they/them.
And uh these are the flags I associate with
- ace
- aro
- non-binary
- androgyne
- trans
- aroace
dismantle the idea that you should love your body because "it works". bodies that don't work deserve love too. disabled and chronically ill bodies are just as deserving of love as abled bodies.
Nothing more punk than someone who is in pain all the fucking time and just continues to exist.
Edit: this isn't about random characters. This is about physically disabled people.
hello, my name is leo, or more commonly known as ‘lav’ on here.
i’ve been dealing with debilitating chronic pain for over 10 years and i really need a wheelchair. i haven’t gotten much help from my healthcare system, being fat and afab has really fucked me over while trying to seek medical attention..
i am still fighting to completely figure out what’s wrong with me, but for now i know that i have several bulging discs in my lower back, as well as scoliosis. (as well as medically recognised POTS).
my pain is getting worse and worse, and i barely leave my home since walking and being upright in general hurts so much. a wheelchair would improve my life immensely, both physically and mentally.
i am currently on disability benefits, which pretty much is the lowest income group in sweden, and saving up for a wheelchair myself would take a very long time.. i will of course also be saving up as much as i can and putting into an account meant for wheelchair funds.
so i’m asking you to donate if you want to and if you are financially able to, and if not, please reblog this.
i have found a good chair that is also accessible to a fat person, and i need 7111 SEK (around 650$) to cover the cost of the chair & the shipping. i have started a gofundme that i’ll be sharing in this post, and i welcome all help, donating just a little helps, and reblogging and sharing the gofundme in general helps immensely too.
thank you so much for reading💜
Okay but can we talk about Clovis? Everyone always talks about what was wrong with other characters or like Hazel and Piper’s eyes or how Nico was outed, and yes, we should absolutely talk about those things, but no ones ever mentioned this? I’m always really upset about how his character was distilled down to “hahaha he sleeps a lot” and how it was used basically as a humorous thing.
Basically, Clovis was a character whose entire personality was a his disability, and it’s entire use was a bit of expose and comic relief.
I have chronic fatigue, and there is NOTHING funny about it. Not just in a “don’t make fun of disabilities way”, but also in a “it is just such a shitty way to live and if you don’t know what’s happening yet it’s terrifying”
When I was in sophomore year of high school, I developed hahsimoto’s, my endocrinologist, one of the top in the country, said I had “one of the worst cases she had ever seen”, for reference on the severity. I would wake up and go to school, often oversleeping and not getting to school until 10 or 11, sleep through the ride over, go to class, sleep through a lot of those, sleep through lunch, get home, immediately go to bed and often sleep through dinner and until the next morning. I could not stay awake. and I felt the fatigue through my whole body. Doing even the simplest tasks like walking ten feet or microwaving food exhausted me, and my thoughts were cloudy and forming comprehensive sentences was incredibly difficult. I had no idea what was going on at the time, and I was terrified.
I got diagnosed and put on synthroid, so it’s not so bad, but I also have EDS other issues, so chronic fatigue will always be a part of my life. It’s not nearly so bad anymore, but it’s still an obstacle I face everyday and is incredibly difficult, especially as part of an “invisible disability”, and having Rick Riordan use that as a joke is just really annoying.
Also, can you imagine what it would have been like for him as a child? To have such incredibly sever chronic fatigue, it would have made it near impossible for him to do basically /anything/ as a child, and he probably had a ton of trouble in school - if he even made it to school.
The biggest thing, though, is that he would have no idea why this was happening. He probably would have been shuttled from doctor to doctor, given test after test after test, none of them yielding any results. No one would know what was causing it, because it wasn’t due to anything medical, it was because of his dad. Can you imagine how hard that would have been?
Chronic illness isn’t a joke.
Anitri and Surri sat on Jem's couch patiently as Jem brewed tea in the kitchen.
Anitri looked around the tidy apartment, staring at the rose mural on one of the walls. All other walls were white with forest green trims. It was rather peaceful with classical musical playing gently in the background.
A black fluffy, possibly fat, cat walked into the room, and stopped. Staring at the two strangers on the couch. It meowed loudly, fur puffing up on its neck.
"Lordie, leave them alone." Jem said as they walked in with a tea tray.
Anitri chuckled at the cats name. Surri narrowed her eyes at Jem. She's trying to understand the height difference. Yesterday Jem or Coco Rose as they're otherwise known, appeared to be about 6'5"yesterday. Now they seemed maybe 5'10". Seven inch shoes are nothing to sneeze at, but they perform in those. Wow.
"So," Jem started, "If you stay here, you will have to pay half the rent, along with obey a few rules."
The twins exchanged a look before Surri spoke their concern.
"What rules?"
Jem looked over the rim of their mug.
"No copulation in the apartment," Jem deadpanned, "Don't leave clothes in the bathroom unless you want them covered in fur, and don't touch my plants."
Anitri giggled over the use of the word copulation, while Surri rolled her eyes.
"Y'know, just because we're concubus, that doesn't mean we're sex fiends." Surri scoffed.
Jem quirked up their eyebrow in confusion and continued, "That's not what I was implying, sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm simply uncomfortable with any sort of happenings like that and do not wish for anyone to partake in such acts in my home. That would be a rule regardless of your race, species, gender or other components. Simply a boundary."
Surri was mildly surprising at how put together and generous Jem was being to them. She didn't exactly expect someone who knew them to be assassins to treat them so kindly, or even let them in their house.
"Oh, one more rule." Jem said, placing their cup gently on their coaster.
Anitri leaned his over, head on his hands as the were on his knees, "Yeah?"
"If you get blood on the floor," Jem said with a slight smirk, "Please use the rags in the purple bucket located next to the washer to wipe up the blood."
Surri wasn't completely shocked that Jem wasn't against their business but it's still appalling to hear someone so nonchalantly tell you that murder is okay.
"Well," Jem said, standing from their seat, "Do we have a deal?"
Anitri looks over to Surri with a smile. Surri sighs and stands.
"I believe we do," she answers, reaching out her hand to shake.
Jem smiles for the first time and shakes her hand.
"Let me show you the rooms."
Jem walked down one of the halls, Anitri hopping up to follow behind them quickly while Surri strolled along cautiously.
They walked by a door or two before reached the first room option.
It was a blank slate. It had a reasonable amount of space, a bathroom, and a sliding door closet. The floors were wood and the walls were pale grey. The window showed the city in all its underwhelming glory.
The next room was down the hall a bit more. It also had grey walls and wood floors but it had a smallish walk in closet, a two sink bathroom and a bay window overlooking the coast through the buildings.
"Dibs!" Anitri screeched, running to look out the window.
Jem turned towards Surri with a look that asked if she cared to challenge him. Surri shook her head with a chuckle.
Her brother may be the same age but he was so youthful. His spirit hasn't been crushed by the world yet.
'And we're going to keep it like that.' She thought to herself.
"Well," Jem's voice breach's Surri's thought, "If y'all need help moving in, feel free to ask, and if I'm not enough to help, I have a real eager to help friend."
Jem makes their way back down the hall towards the living room when they pause by the halls opening.
"Any questions?"
Surri remembered the busted up combat boots by the door that we're definitely to small for Jem.
"Whose boot are by the door?"
Jem looks over their shoulder with an almost quizzical look.
"They're Emily's."
Oklahoma is attempting to pass a bill that would ban explicit romance novels. Authors, narrators, and sellers could all face fines of up to $100,000 and up to 10 years in jail for each instance.
If you live in OK, call your representative and tell them this bill should not be allowed to pass.
This is likely a test case. Republicans will try to pass it in OK and if it passes other states will likely try to pass similar laws.
In the meantime, get physical copies of books you like. Download those pdfs. Archive your AO3 stories and keep them on a physical hard drive. (Storing those files in the cloud could be problematic in the future as the company managing the cloud service can see what your files are)
I don’t know how many times this has to be said but:
Thank you and goodnight.
Sincerely, a very fucking pissed off disabled person.
I love all things frog, mushroom, rainbow high… I have Ehlers danlos syndrome and use both a rollator and a cane. Enby that is bad at making friends but likes to have them. I adore many cartoons but haven’t seen even more.
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