So unfair that smoking is expensive, actively carcinogenic, and stinky.
Like I am so jittery smoker/elegant smoker/badass smoker coded, I am being deprived of my enrichment by these long-standing factors.
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a round1 recently opened by me and i want to live my fantasy of being the cute mysterious puppy that goes to the round1 alone and is soooo good at all the games (this is where the fantasy begins because im bad at games) and soooo good at crane games and is just waiting for someone to approach and flirt w me and we have a meetcute and then we fuck nasty in the karaoke rooms idk
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"Oh, Jack. You silly boi. You know that help at the top of the stairs is no help at all."
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Art piece i may delete later about my parents offering money to me and my sisters to pay for either grad school (a thing I don't want and can't do with my disability) or my wedding (also a thing I don't need/want), but not for anything that would actually help me escape poverty and find stable housing and income.
Like, I recognize the privilege of being able to complain that my parents have offered me a bunch of money but in the wrong way.
But also if that money is on top of a flight of stairs that I can't climb (but my sisters can), then I haven't really been offered money, so much as I have watched money I need be placed somewhere I can't reach it. Which tbh feels worse than if it was never mentioned to me in the first place.
I was gonna send this art to them and i wrote this big long message to go with it, but then I decided to wait until my therapy session on Tuesday to talk it thru with her first, since I've literally never regretted doing that.
Besides, both of my parents are lawyers and right now they're providing me and my friends with a lot of free legal advice about this property we're trying to buy together, so I don't want to rock the boat currently.
I just wish I knew if I had access to that money as a poor person in need of stable housing and quality disability care, and I wish my parents weren't world-class hLepers who have a long and triggering history of engaging me in rigorous debate about the kind of help I should be allowed to receive from them as a disabled person.
Nothing like having to provide an argument that would hold up in court every time I'm sick and need help! Love that! Love that I can't even talk about money with them now without having invasive thoughts about it for days to come due to past incidences in which this repeated behavior of theirs literally endangered my life!!
Not like I need that mental capacity for working on the largest and most exciting opportunity of my life that also happens to line up with my hopes and dreams for the future!! It's fine!! What do I even need mental capacity for anyway?????
This wouldn't even be the first time this little Distrust Fund has caused problems for my relationship with my parents. They are very opposed to that money being used to help my disability and it has caused PROBLEMS for us that we have never quite recovered from.
It's just difficult to be reminded that although our relationship has gotten better (mostly thanks to me setting boundaries), that doesn't mean they now actually believe what I need for my disability when I tell them.
They really do love me, and they have only ever acted with the best of intentions . But good intentions cease to matter when the impact is harmful and repeated. And they have proven to be repeatedly incapable of providing non-ableist support for me again and again and again. They've even genuinely tried to learn; and sometimes it really seems like my mom has made progress with her therapist (who is disabled), but who knows when I can so jarringly be reminded of how quickly that toxic ableist thinking can show its ugly face.
It's so clear to me and they don't even know it's there.
It feels like I'm in a horror movie when I try to get them to understand their own ableism, and that is a good good sign that I may want to consider an approach that minimizes my mental damage instead. Even if it means I don't get their stupid, deeply-conditional-and-yet-the-conditions-are-SO-vague-and-they-won't-admit-it money.
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where is my transgender best friendddd. I struggle holding conversations online however does anyone want to be transmasc best friends immediately and speedrun the early stuff .
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when you are making vent art and your subject is geto suguru
this all stemmed from thoughts of CALCULUS like dawg... WHAT ?? first world problems i know. listening to corruption by parsley onuma helped ward those demons out :D
i will finish my actual main piece eventually (this weekend)
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okay I uh. deleted my reblogs of the drawing box. im gonna bump it again but this time without letting the intrusive thoughts win in convincing me of plenty of stupid shit and then dumping said shit on everyone else impulsively lol
speaking of that sorry for that that was uh. definitely a moment that occurred. love u guys teehee <3
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Yuzu is a menace
Also found out he was a boy because he unceremoniously put his balls in my face and proceeded to rip the stankiest fart.
Other than the farting, and the clawing, love him tho.
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