its truely depressing to think about. nobody should be mistreated and to know and think that its happening constantly feels so hopeless.
it hurts hearing other disabled people talk about medical mistreatment.
like i am partly grateful to not be alone of course, but i really wish it wasnt a common or even standard occurrence.
breaks my heart.
oh wow, i love that honestly. it put into words exactly how ive felt about my acceptance of being disabled.
"Acceptance isn’t defeat: It’s a declaration of self-respect under irrefutable circumstances. This is where you are and you’re going to make the best out of every moment of it."
Ilana Jacqueline "Surviving and Thriving with an Invisible Chronic Illness: How to Stay Sane and Live One Step Ahead of Your Symptoms"
any other invisibly disabled people really struggle to use the disabled bathrooms 😭
if there is a queue i quite genuinely need to use it, but when other people leave the queue for the regular ones to use the disabled i have no idea if they are also invisibly disabled so i never like, interrupt and say i need it yk djshjd
i do wear my sunflower lanyard but random people in bathroom queues rarely know what that means
just pls if ur able bodied i understand it may be annoying to wait in the queue but if you dont need the disabled bathroom pls dont use it
idk its just a hard situation to navigate for me fnkdn
maddening that the media refuses to call nazi salutes what they are. HOW ARE WE HERE RIGHT NOW. fucks sake.
anyone else ever think about where they would be if they werent sick?
couldve graduated high school, couldve gone to university, couldve had a job, travelled, practiced my skills regularly, chased my passions..
Autism Speaks Canada is "concluding its operations" on January 31st 2025!
one of the worst parts for me about chronic illness is not having answers.
im a very logical and analytical person i love things to make sense i love patterns and reasons.
i have answers for pats of my health, and im so grateful for that, but the parts that i dont have answers for haunt me.
i think about it all the time. what if its not real and thats why theres no answer? what if im not explaining my symptoms right and thats why i havent had the right test that would give me the right answer.
i know logically that its a waste of time to think about, but i cant help it, i obsess over it. not understanding the world is one thing, but not understanding my own body? my own life? thats what gets me.
losing yourself in world events is extremely easy right now. reminder that its okay to take a step back and rest. you need to be able to breathe before you can help others to.