tbh I Fully Believe That Healthy Kids Should Be Getting In Some Stupid Trouble.

❗️TIME SENSITIVE❗️ 

 Please, with everything that I have in me, I am begging for help for a family of 2 disabled black siblings (my autistic brother & myself with a physical disability) to not go homeless again during this pandemic.

 For those who don’t know, I am a physically disabled black woman and the sole caretaker of my autistic brother. Last year, we lost the home our father worked his entire life for after he passed away. My brother and I were made homeless.

 Since, we’ve been able to rent a home. But with our unique situation of no income, no rental history, no credit… nobody wants us as renters and the only deal we were able to get was to pay our entire YEAR’s worth of rent up front.

gofundme.com

Help 2 Black & Disabled Siblings After Losing Home, organized by Dave Davis

PLEASE READ MOST RECENT UPDATE AT END OF STORY! We have lost the home … Dave Davis needs your support for Help 2 Black & Disabled Siblings

 The last I updated you all, we were waiting on a hearing to determine the status of my brother’s disability case. We have been fighting for his disability for the whole year since we moved across the country, and after it was illegitimately denied TWICE before… the hearing that was set for June 3rd finally came. It was our last hope to get the funds we need to pay our upcoming rent. But when the date came… after waiting tirelessly… we were informed that it was postponed until 3 months from now.

 Three Months.

 Our lease ends at the end of July, we DO NOT have Three Months. The way the disabled are discarded like nothing is unbearable. You have no idea the pain I felt that day… seeing them treat a case that is so important that it stands between us and our home… like just another file. Like it means nothing. And this is what I mean when I say…

 They Do NOT Want Us To Live.

 It would have been our last hope at stable income to be able to pay our rent normally. We do not have any income at this time. Even the art that I was making was taken down by Etsy. Everyday I wake up in agony of not knowing what’s going to happen next.

 Call after call with no leads to any help. I haven’t had any transportation for the entire year since we were first kicked out of the only home we ever knew, and it’s been so unbelievably hard to find any work that I’m capable of without it. 

 I have given my everything.

 And I have gotten nothing back.

 And with all of it, I still sit here with my only sliver of hope to reach out to anyone who might see this.

 For the past several months, I have been trying to work up the courage to ask for help again. The strength to reach out again. If it was just me, I don’t think I could do this. But my brother, who has no way whatsoever of taking care of himself… what is he supposed to do if we lose our home? It has taken everything in me to sit here and write this cry for assistance.. but cry, I must.

 I have done nothing but look for other options. Tirelessly, day in and day out I have reached out to so many of these “resources” who are supposed to help us in times like this and time and time again, I have been shut down. My willpower has been crushed so much it’s not even describable.

 If you can help us, please know that even the lowest amount that you can possibly afford could help us right now. I’m so scared of losing everything again.

 I haven’t been able to rest. Every moment I’m awake just brings me back to the trauma I’ve experienced this year.

 I would just like to say with you all that

 Disabled Black Lives Matter.

 We deserve to feel safe and secure. We deserve a world that cares what happens to us. I know there are people out there who do. So I am asking you, one more time.

gofundme.com

Help 2 Black & Disabled Siblings After Losing Home, organized by Dave Davis

PLEASE READ MOST RECENT UPDATE AT END OF STORY! We have lost the home … Dave Davis needs your support for Help 2 Black & Disabled Siblings

 We need your help.

 Please help us, share our GoFundMe, share our story, donate anything you can at this time. If we can reach our goal we can be safe for AT LEAST another year.

 Help us keep a roof over our heads so that we can KEEP TRYING.

 Thank you 🙏🏽💜

Mother's Day can be a painful reminder, so here's a salute to all the kids and adult children who grew up with absent mothers, angry mothers, negligent mothers, abusive mothers, overly-critical mothers, codependent mothers, overwhelmed and struggling mothers, mothers who ignored your cries for help, mothers who sacrificed your happiness to placate others, mothers who tried to do better but failed, and mothers who didn't try quite hard enough.

And to every child and adult who has a complicated relationship with their mother or caretaker--it's okay to feel conflicted. It's okay to feel hurt and love and resentment and pain and sympathy and longing and guilt bundled up into one big tangled ball. It's okay to struggle to reconcile the bad memories with the good ones that simultaneously exist. It's okay to be angry about the ways your parent failed you, and also aware of their personal struggles, and the way their parents in turn failed them. It's okay to recognize that you were loved but also that you were treated unfairly, unkindly. Contradictions are the natural state of the world. Multiple truths coexist. It's okay to be conflicted.

Parents are humans. Human relationships are complicated, and cannot be summarized by a greeting card. Wherever you are coming from, I hope your future holds healing and love, love, love.

YESSSSSSS

The Rage of the Burnish

In my head I want Lucio to be everyone’s biggest fan and he legit fanboys out after meeting them.

Nondescript Numbani background because Orisa took like 5 hours to draw 

help my hand hurts 

I could really go for some Lucio-oh’s right now!

Reminders for the angry apostates

💥 You are allowed to be furious with your abusers   💥 You are not obligated to forgive anyone to be a good person. 

💥 Cutting someone abusive out of your life is self care. 

💥 Wishing someone who hurt you would die so they can’t hurt you anymore is not an evil thought. You are allowed to wish for relief.

💥 Just because someone is related to you doesn’t give them the right to hurt you, nor the right to be in your life. This goes for parents and siblings as well. 

💥 Only you get to decide if what happened to you was abuse. They do not get to tell you it wasn’t “bad enough”.

💥 You are allowed to ghost people who make you feel shitty. You are not obligated to be the bigger person and explain why you are leaving. 

💥 You are not required to fix anyone, to explain why their actions have hurt you or give anyone another chance. 

💥 You are not evil or corrupted for being angry. 

💥 Your anger is there to protect you. Make sure it doesn’t end up hurting yourself or your actual loved ones, but don’t be afraid to let it out when you need it. 

Before anyone tries to clown around on this post because it doesn’t align with your personal morals, please note: make your own post. 

i’ll have you know well over six tumblr users enjoy my religious trauma shitposts

Though the jokes that "since gay pride month is over, july is now gay wrath month" are funny and all, it's important to remember that July is ACTUALLY Disability Pride Month and y'all should really be focused on boosting disabled voices and issues this month! For instance, the fact that marriage equality doesn't actually truly exist in the United States for disabled people, or the fact that disabled people are forced to live in poverty or lose their disability benefits, or the fact that 1 in 5 people with chronic pain end up sufferring from alcoholism or other addictions, or how accessibility is still a daily battle for all of us, or how there are active hate groups on places like reddit who try to "call out" those they see as "faking" their disabilities.

This July, boost disabled voices. Talk about the issues that our community faces. Call out ableism.

struggling with the knowledge that i will lose my parents when i come out.

sure, they've been awful, and yes, they are abusive and controlling and have brought me grief. yes, they are stubbornly rooted in bigoted, heartless, cult beliefs. they're still my parents, though. i still want them at my college graduation. i still want to call my mom. i still want to see them at christmas. i still want them to love me, and i know they won't.

christian love is conditional and i will never be their son. they will cut me off.

i wish, sometimes, that i could suppress myself. i wish i could hide my identity forever. i wish i could live without transitioning. i can't. i can't go on without being who i am. i can't go by a name that doesn't fit. i can't stay in a body that makes me miserable. i have to exist.

it breaks my heart, but i am never giving in and i'm never changing who i am.

Being in a cult is like having this huge plant take root in your mind, and the longer it’s inner the bigger and more complex the root system.

Finally realizing it’s all a lie and getting out is like yanking the entire plant out of your brain, it’s tough and annoying until you take one massive tug and it’s out. And it fucking hurts.

And now there are holes where the roots used to be. But if you leave them empty the structural integrity of your mind will be damaged. You have to find something else to fill them with. Preferably something healthy.

And if the roots were complex enough, the one tug that pulled the plant out won’t have been enough to free all the roots. A lot of them are still in there, that’s all the toxic internalized ideas you still have stuck in your head. Unlearning them is like pulling those root fragments out, it’s slow and complicated and painful.