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Abled stranger: what’s wrong with you?

Me: oh boy, where do I even start? Go ahead and sit down because this is gonna take a while.

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When you have a chronic illness/fatigue, cutting your hair and taking a shower is like being stuck in a room with a cat who has to get in the middle of everything you're doing. It's exhausting and there's hair everywhere. :/

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If dungeons and dragons was real, I would have to roll with disadvantage for every action.

You want to open a jar?

Make a strength check with disadvantage

*Rolls a nat 1 and dislocates wrist”

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some fucking Karen : I would never eat any processed foods! I don't put anything in my body that I can't pronounce the ingredients of!

me (washing down 5 pills w/ a meal replacement drink) : idk lady. sounds like a skill issue.

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Broke: “this activity causes a flare up”

Woke: “this behavior angers the beast”

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I need random/mundane/common experiences for people with disabilities (can be specific to one or more disabilities) funny and not. I'm trying to write accurate experiences in my books but a lot of what I find in the media is sugar coated or only showing the happy sides and I live with multiple disabilities so I know that there are bad sides that I want to represent properly.

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I’m sure there was a part of Alfred that was worried Bruce wouldn’t immediately take to fatherhood/guardianship when he brought home Dick. But then one morning, when Bruce is still painfully young and trying to work raising a kid into establishing a vigilante, Alfred enters the kitchen to see Bruce and Dick leaning over the table together doing the crossword.

Bruce chides Dick quietly, “You’re going to fall. Sit back down in the chair.”

And it’s said just the same way Thomas had said it, once upon a time — the tired exasperation of a father trying his best not to hover, but still worrying. Casually braced against the table, in such a way that he could reach out and catch Dick if he fell.

That’s when Alfred knew things would work out. A crossword, a shared pen, an exhausted Bruce fresh off of patrol still trying to make Sunday mornings fun for a kid who desperately needs them.