#diability

[justsomerandomgay]

EVERYBODY STOP WHAT YOURE DOING I HAVE THE BEST NEWS! I GOT A WHEELCHAIR!!!!!!!! I CAN LEAVE THE HOUSE ALONE AGAIN, I CAN BE SAFE AND INDEPENDENT AND HAPPY AND SEE MY FRIENDS AND HAVE A LIFE AGAIN!!!!!!

[runby2]

its my comfort ship and i decide whats canon and what i project onto them.ok

[liz-thinks-too-much]

Took me over a year to figure this one out but heeeey better later than never! :)

[dimonds456-but-only-hlvrai]

Gordon would need a cane post-canon listen to me

As a disabled person who routinely uses a cane to walk, but does not depend on it 24/7, here is how Gordon would absolutely need a fucking cane post canon:

Prosthetic heavy, throws off balance

Trauma means disassociation sometimes, will randomly start to fall over sometimes

HEV suit was heavy as fuck when it didn't have power, and did actual damage to Gordon's body

Back issues specifically

Sleeping in the HEV suit caused actual damage to Gordon's body

Morphine kept him going the whole time, but he broke his leg at some point and it never properly healed because he kept USING IT

The biggest thing affecting him would be his upper back- he now has shrimp posture, but like, in a bad way. His shoulder blades will hurt if he uses his arms too much, and the pain can also extend to his hip region, which will affect his ability to walk.

Good days see him running around outside, bad days see him sitting down panting with his cane next to him because walking is both painful and difficult as his knees keep failing him.

If we go with the 'he broke his leg, but morphine allowed him to keep on pressing forth' idea, then his leg did NOT get a chance to set properly before it began healing, and either he needs medical attention VERY badly, or he's just going to have a fucked up leg. That's also going to add to the need for a cane.

Also canes can be used as weapons and I think Gordon would jump on that idea instantly because he has ✨trauma✨

[itsbansheebitch]

People who go on and on about how AI art is an accessibility tool are the ones you can 100% GUARANTEE don't follow or know any disabled artists.

There are artists without hands that hold paint brushes with their feet, their are blind people who sculpt, there are people with chronic pain that have their own break schedules, etc.

But you know what AI art generators do? They steal from disabled artists. They dehumanize them and then claim they're making a tool to help them. They see you as a "style" not a person.

Would it be too far to say that the rise of AI art has only made our consumer culture worse and made A LOT of people think they are entitled to someone else's work just because it's "available"? I'll let you decide.

[a-person-on-earth]

X

[melodymorningdew]

I need a few dollars for some microwaveable meals or fast food- I haven't been able to move very much the past couple of days, so I can't cook

If you can spare anything it helps

God bless

UPDATE: I have a friend coming to drop off food and I gotta few more dollars for food so I'm good for now, but if you still wanna donate, I won't say no!

[choixsimple]

is today's fatigue and brain fog from the CFS/ME or the connective tissue disorder or the autism or the ADHD or the fibromyalgia or—

[signme-away]

I am walking on the edge of a knife, so close to slipping but I can't allow myself. my health is crumbling and I can't grasp the pieces as they fall anymore. I cannot control my eyes as they slip shut again, I cannot get my reflexes to cooperate as I reach, I am not quick enough to prevent this. there was no preventing this. left to flail my way, only half alive, only waiting for the moment when I can choose to let myself go, only hoping that tomorrow will be different. and I'm slowly losing that hope, it's slipping away like everything else.

[the-mechanisms-system]

Ngl sometimes I wish we had forearm crutches. Like. Our issues walking/balancing are definitely NOT bad enough for them, but they look really comfortable and helpful and its dumb but sometimes I wish our mobility would get worse so we'd have a reason to get some. Idk, I love our cane, but having stability on both sides and the better shape of crutches and their handles looks really nice, especially for longer outings or smth

[darkleysgarden]

What Holds You On Your Feet Chapter 1

Originally posted in July (Now November)

Warnings: (for this chapter) Medical issues that are probably inaccurate, chronic pain/illness, self-destruction

Ship: Mephimon (Mephisto x Mammon)

Type: Hurt/Comfort | Angst

Summary: Mephistopheles suffers with a disease that harms his nerves, especially in his legs.

He's convinced everyone that his cane is only for show and nothing is wrong.

Even his boyfriend isn't aware of his medical condition.

Note: I named his mentioned brother Azazel

Mephistopheles woke up to an alarm on his D.D.D.

He groaned as he didn't want to get out of bed. He hit the snooze button , hoping to get a few more minutes of rest before starting his day.

Unfortunately for him, his little brother Azazel burst into his room, jumping onto his bed.

He started shaking his shoulders, "Mephisto wake up! I'm hungry and I don't know how to work the stove."

The older demon groaned again, realizing his brother had a point, "Okay, Azazel, let me get ready."

Azazel nodded, a wide smile on his face. He got up and ran out the door, closing it behind him.

Mephistopheles sighed in the realization that his day had already begun.

He stood up, taking a moment to balance himself.

Great, his legs were already tingling and he hasn't even started walking yet.

Making his way to his closet, he had to steady himself a lot more than he was used to.

His fingers were twitching, as were his eyes.

Today was going to be a bad day.

He changed into his uniform, albeit slower than he normally would.

When he put on his pants he even had to sit down on the floor, highly doubting that he could balance on one foot for even a second.

He clicked his belt into place, sliding in his cane.

He took a pause, noting that today was definitely a day he should be using it.

In fact everyday was. His doctor told him it was a poor choice to walk without it as he could be further damaging his legs.

In a worst case scenario his legs could even become paralyzed.

But, he knew especially as a somebody on the newspaper team, how embarrassing it was to have any sort of issue.

Whether it be mental or physical. He really didn't want to be the focus. That's one of the reasons why he even joined the team.

That way he could make sure nothing got out about him, shifting the focus onto somebody else.

He commonly found anything he could about Lucifer.

Mephistopheles hated Lucifer. At first it was because he was a fallen angel, he used to believe they didn't deserve respect as they clearly hadn't been giving it to get kicked out of The Celestial Realm of all places.

However, after becoming closer to Mammon and learning the real reason why they had fallen, he changed his mind about fallen angels. Deciding they weren't all bad.

Though, he still hated Lucifer. Mephistopheles had been friends with Diavolo since childhood. When Mephisto and Azazel were kicked out by their parents, Diavolo had jumped to help.

Even after the many falling outs they have had, Diavolo never failed to continue to help them.

In fact the way they got to school and back was a car Diavolo sent for them every day.

He was always very thankful to Diavolo for his help. And he had to admit that at some point when he was younger, he may have had a small crush on the other demon.

But, after Lucifer and his brothers fell, all of Diavolo's attention quickly shifted to them.

Mephisto couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

Diavolo still continued to help them, and their friendship stayed.

Although, Diavolo and Lucifer became closer and closer over the years. And it really pissed Mephistopheles off.

He didn't belive that Lucifer was trustworthy at all. And he knew Diavolo was naive but this? It was too much.

Mephistopheles sighed, walking out of his room slower than he normally would.

Azazel was sat at the table. He was wearing his uniform. His sleeves were rolled up twice on each side, as his arms were shorter then most his size. Black hair with purple streaks fell in front of his teal green eyes, causing Mephistopheles to wonder how he could even see half the time.

Mephisto grabbed a carton of eggs from the fridge, noting how they were almost out.

Then he put a pan onto the stove, turning it to the appropriate heat.

He faced his little brother, "Are you excited for school today?"

Azazel kept smiling wide, he never seemed to stop smiling no matter what happened to him, "Mhm! Me and my friend Abyzou got partnered together for a project and I'm really excited to be able to spend more time with her!"

Mephisto couldn't help but return the smile, "That's great!"

He left it short so his brother could continue rambling. And so he could keep making breakfast.

And as he expected, Azazel kept going, barely breathing in between words.

"Order up," He said, finally cutting him off, placing down Azazel's now finished eggs and toast.

Azazel giggled at his unfunny joke that was made purely for his entertainment.

He shoved in big bites to the point choking may become a problem.

With a mouth full of toast he asked, "Are you gonna eat?"

Mephistopheles shook his head, "Not hungry."

It was a partial lie. He knew he should eat, especially with how his nerves were acting off today.

But, they were running a bit short on food that week, due to a splurge he had to make last week to get Azazel more Winter clothes, and it was only Tuesday. His paycheck didn't come until Friday.

Plus he wasn't that hungry anyway.

Azazel quickly finished his meal, jumping up out of his seat and rushing to put the plate into the sink.

Mephistopheles pulled his school bag over his head, holding out Azazel's for him to grab. Once they were fully ready they went out to the car.

The driver greeted them with the same kindness they always held. It surprised Mephisto how nice they were, especially for a Pride demon, but he guessed they just had good control.

He pulled his cane out of it's loop, gently placing it onto the floor in front of him after he sat down.

Azazel pulled out homework from the day before, occasionally asking for the older's help.

Mephisto worked on editing the next newspaper.

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Luckily he had made it to his first class without any failure.

There were still thirty minutes left until school actually started.

Everybody would hang out in their first period talking, doing homework, or whatever else.

Mephistopheles had the luck of sharing his first period with his boyfriend.

However, said boyfriend was almost always late or barely on time.

So it was quite the surprise when Mammon turned up only five or so minute's after Mephisto did.

Mammon walked in blank faced. But once he noticed Mephistopheles was there he instantly smiled and ran over to him, "Meph! Meph! Hold out yer arm real quick!"

Mephistopheles was quick to oblige, holding out his right arm for Mammon to see.

Mammon then reached into his pocket, "Okay, close yer eyes."

Once he did, he felt metal against his wrist.

Mammon let out a small growl of frustration, clearly struggling with whatever he was trying to do.

The demon's hands left. The metal, that seemed to be a bracelet, falling around his wrist appropriately.

Mammon smiled at his accomplishment, "Open yer eyes."

Mephisto looked down at his wrist where sure enough a bracelet sat.

It was golden with purple gems. It shone under the lights of the classroom.

He looked up. Before he could even say thank you, a blushing Mammon exclaimed, "It reminded me of us two! So y-yeah I had ta get it A'course."

He smiled at the thoughtfulness of the gift, "Thank you Mams."

Mammon's blush increased, "It was nothin'! Jus happened to see it at the store."

Mephistopheles chuckled at the tsundere tendencies Mammon never fully shook off.

Mammon sat down at the desk next to Mephistopheles, facing him still.

"Didja do anything las' night?" He asked.

Mephistopheles thought for a second, "Not really, me and Azazel just stayed home. You?"

Mammon nodded, "Same ol' same ol'. Went shoppin'. Pretty much it."

"Yeah Azazel decided to-," He was cut short as a sharp pain ran through him.

He choked on his words, failing to hold in his wince.

Mammon started to panic, standing up extremely fast, "Woah, are ya good!?"

His hands floated around Mephistopheles, unsure of what to do.

Mephisto blinked away the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes, "No, no, I'm alright."

He waved off a very concerned Mammon. He looked like he wanted to say something, but sat down again instead.

Mammon pursed his lips, "Are ya sure yer okay?"

Mephistopheles nodded his head, ignoring his numb legs and fingertips, "Yeah, sorry, I don't know why that happened."

Another demon made their way over to the two, "What are you guys doing over here? Plotting the downfall of our school?"

Mammon glared at them, "Fuck off Amon, nobody asked fer yer opinion."

Amon rolled their eyes, "Oh no, the rich bastard told me off! I'm so scared."

They then smiled , clearly finding themself funny.

Mammon turned back to Mephistopheles, "So what were ya sayin' 'bout Azazel?"

Amon's face turned as red as their hair, "Don't just ignore me!"

Mephisto smiled at Mammon, "Azazel decided to bother me all night about seeing you again. He liked you so much after meeting you last time that he was insisting on it."

Amon stomped their foot like a temperamental child and then stormed off.

Mammon snickered, "We'll have ta make plans again then!"

"Yeah," Mephistopheles replied.

The teacher entered the room. She sat down and told them to grab out supplies.

He grabbed his notebook and pencil pouch out of his bag. Other student's also made quick work of grabbing what they needed.

The lesson began, but he found paying attention hard.

Numbness was spreading throughout his body. He desperately hoped that it would fade before class ended. Because he knew for sure that if he stood now he would collapse.

He felt extremely worried, anxiety nawing at him. How was he going to make it through the day?

His fingers stopped complying, pen dropping onto his barely written notes.

A wave of frustration ran through him at the piling issues.

He went to pick it up again but his fingers refused to work as he wanted.

This caused him to just give up on the pen for now.

Dizziness took a hold of him, nausea following close behind.

"Fuck," He muttered quietly under his breath.

He swallowed down his thickened spit, hoping he won't throw up. Especially not in class.

He grimaced, wondering if anyone was noticing his struggles. Hopefully not.

But, his wishes were clearly ignored.

Mammon tapped the edge of his desk. He looked between him and the teacher before sliding a sliver of paper towards his boyfriend.

Mephistopheles moved his twitching fingers to the paper. Thankfully his fingers let him pick it up.

The message read, "Hey are you okay :("

He looked over at Mammon's concerned eyes. Putting on a fake smile, he nodded.

Mammon didn't seem very convinced, especially not with his earlier display.

He didn't push it for the rest of class.

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Mephistopheles was getting really concerned. There were ten minutes left of class.

He had been spending the entire time suffering in silence. Finger's twitching, leg's numb, and sharp pains shooting through him.

The numbness had luckily gone down a ton. But, he still wasn't sure how easy it was gonna be to walk.

The bell suddenly rang. He wondered how the ten minutes flew by so fast.

Mammon stood at his desk, more concerned then before.

Mephisto tried to put away his pencil pouch, only for his hand to betray him. He dropped the unzipped pouch, contents rolling on the floor.

Mammon instantly went to help, grabbing the items and placing them back into their homes. He then shoved the push into Mephisto's bag for him.

Mephistopheles still had yet to move from his earlier position. His fngers were twitching rapidly.

Mammon grabbed his hands, "Meph, oi? I said ya name like four times."

He felt panicked as he noticed that his finger's were unable to wrap around Mammon's hand.

Mephisto stood up, a dizzy feeling overrode him. Mammon was quick to steady him.

Mephistopheles shook his head, ignoring the nausea it caused, "Sorry about that. I was half asleep."

And once again Mammon didn't seem to buy it, "Um....right."

Mammon started to walk. Mephistopheles tried to follow, having to use the desks as support in order not to fall.

When they made it out to the hallway, he felt panicked again.

What was he supposed to hold onto. He was dizzy and black spots were dancing in his vision.

Every step caused a spike of pain to go through him.

He was dizzy.

Mammon's talk of a future modeling gig was fading in and out.

He stared at his feet.

Vision occasionally going black.

"Mephistopheles are ya okay," He heard Mammon say.

Did he use his full name?

Odd.

Were his shoes always this vibrant?

Everything felt tingly.

A particularly painful burst of pain caused him to gasp.

"Mephisto!? Mephistopheles!?"

Mammon was concerned.

He's okay.

His hair kept falling in front of his eye.

It was because he was looking down.

Black spots were slowly overtaking his entire vision.

He couldn't pass out.

Not in the hallway where everyone was.

His leg's stopped moving.

His body was tingling and shivering.

Pain overtook his body, his leg's buckling.

He barely registered Mammon catching him before everything turned black.

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Mammon didn't know what to do.

His boyfriend froze in the middle of the hallway.

He tried to get any sort of reaction out of him but he just stood there with his eyes wide open, staring down at his feet.

The bell rang, signalling that they couldn't be in the hall's anymore without a pass.

But, Mammon was too worried to care.

"Mephistopheles, answer me!" He practically yelled, not sure what he should do.

Tears streamed down his face wildly.

Mephistopheles grunted in pain as his legs buckled.

Mammon quickly caught him, sob's overtaking his body.

He shifted Mephisto in his arm's, adjusting him in a way where he was cradled.

His hands shook as he went to grab his phone.

Who the hell was he supposed to call in this situation?

His vision was blurry with tears as he scrolled through his contacts.

What to do?

He could call Diavolo! He knew the two were close.

But... he was probably busy right now.

What in the Devildom should he do?

His eyes landed on a number.

Knowing it was the right choice. He tapped the call button.

The rings echoed in his ears too loud. His entire body was overridden with pure panic.

His boyfriend just collapsed in the middle of the halls.

Plus, he's been acting weird all day!

Was something wrong with Meph that he didn't tell him?

Did he know his health was compromised yet still chose to ignore it?

"Mammon is that you? What's wrong?" Lucifer questioned, obviously noticing his sobs.

"I..." He didn't know how to begin.

He pressed his hand against Mephisto's twitching face in multiple spots, trying to grasp what went wrong.

"I don' know- I..." He started to cry harder.

"Where are you?" Lucifer asks, sounds on his end making it seem like he was already on his way.

"Hall...firs'....period..." He choked out between sobs.

"Okay, I'm on my way," Lucifer announced, but didn't hang up.

Mammon ended the call himself, dropping his D.D.D.

He wasn't too concerned about if Lucifer wanted him to stay on the line or not.

He didn't know why he was freaking out so much.

Maybe it was because something bad happened to someone he loved and he couldn't do anything about it.

Again.

Maybe it was his abandonment issues acting up again.

Telling him that Mephistopheles would be mad that Mammon couldn't help him.

That he would break up with him for it.

Leave him like Michael had before.

Lucifer ran around the corner, "Mamm- Oh Diavolo, what happened!?"

Mammon looked up a him, his glasses had fallen to the floor at some point, teary eyes on display, "I 'on' know..."

"He jus'..... collapsed," Mammon explained.

Lucifer looked conflicted as he grabbed Meph from Mammon's arms.

Mammon looked panicked at this, grabbing Mephisto's hand so that he was still touching him in some way.

He leaned against his older brother's shoulder as he followed him blindly.

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The first thing he registered was screaming cutting in and out.

"Wh.....ell.....I....erve.....ow..."

"Priv......tters....te.....reaso...."

His head pounded and his body felt completely numb.

This numbness and lack of control caused his fingers to twitch.

"Whas...rong...ith....im..."

"Plea....arbatos..."

"Can....anythin.....Mam..."

Words were starting to become more clear.

But he still felt like he was swimming.

His head was completely foggy as it throbbed endlessly.

He let out a small moan of pain.

Instantly a hand grabbed his own.

He recognized it as his boyfriends and held it, a small smile making it's way onto his pained face.

He opened his eyes, everything was blurry. But he saw Mammon's sad face above him.

He wanted more than anything right now to reassure him that everything was fine. But he didn't have the energy for that.

Mammon smiled softly, "Yer awake."

He barely managed a nod, smiling still.

Mammon cupped his cheek, thumb running along his cheekbone.

Then, Mammon kissed him, "Please don' do somethin' like that again."

He rested his forehead against Mephisto's.

Both stayed at peace for a few seconds before Lucifer cleared his throat, "As wholesome as that was, we have more serious matters to attend to.

Mammon sniffled, "Right."

They separated their faces, Mammon's hand leaving his face.

Their hands stayed clutched together.

Barbatos stepped up to the couple, "I am aware you have only just woken up, yet we will need to discuss what occurred. May I ask for Mammon and Lucifer to leave the room?"

Mephistopheles frowned, "Stay?"

That was all he could manage to say with his scratchy throat.

Barbatos nodded, "Do be aware that this will be covering your medical information."

Mephistopheles nodded, fine with Mammon staying with him. Not even registering Lucifer's presence.

He knew he had to find out somehow and he didn't want to be the one to break it to him.

He didn't want to tell Mammon that he had been lying for months everytime he said he was fine.

Didn't want to tell him he had been hiding something so important from him.

So he allowed Barbatos to do it for him.

Barbatos explained his condition thoroughly, covering everything important.

He explained that he had become malnourished in the last few weeks.

Said what exactly the condition was.

Told the symptoms and what to expect. How to deal with it properly.

Barbatos then said, "We will be keeping you here, in the royal infirmary, until further notice to make sure you receive the proper nutrients and your body takes a much needed rest before you get up again. And when that is done, you will not be neglecting use of your cane."

A shot of panic ran through Mephistopheles, "Wha bout Zazel!?"

His voice was still slurred from lack of use.

If he stayed in the royal infirmary, who would take care of Azazel?

Barbatos nodded, understanding, "Yes, I have taken that into account. Mammon's brother's will be able to take care of him until you have recovered. Asmodeus is gifted in child care, so I see no issue in receiving their help."

Mephistopheles reluctantly nodded.

He felt bad leaving his brother behind.

He needed to be there for Azazel. What if he was scared without his older brother? What if the brothers were too overwhelming for him.

What if he had some sort of flashback to their parents and Meph wasn't there to calm him down. What if nobody understood what was happening to him. Especially considering his past wasn't out in the open.

Hundreds of bad scenarios went through his head. All the different ways Azazel could get hurt without him there.

Mammon put a steady hand onto his shoulder, "Breath, it's okay, I promise."

Mephisto sniffled as Mammon wiped away the tears he hadn't even realized were falling.

He dropped his head onto Mammon's chest, Mammon wrapping his arms around him, "It's okay. Azazel will be fine."

Mammon could always tell just what was wrong and knew just how to help him.

He ran his hands through Mephisto's hair, letting him calm down.

He let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in, melting into Mammon's arms.

Barbatos took a step closer, "If I may ask, what is the reason you haven't been utilizing your cane?"

He closed his eyes against Mammon, "Didn't need it."

Mammon pulled his face away so he could look him in the eyes, "But, ya did need it."

He looked at him with a face of pity and sadness. The look making Mephisto's stomach curl uncomfortably.

Lucifer, who had been standing back for awhile, stepped forward, "Your condition will not be taken lightly, we will make any accommodations that you will need. However, I will not be happy if you use your condition as any sort of leverage above me."

Mephistopheles' mood soured when he saw Lucifer was there. Unhappy with his response.

Of course he would let his own insecurities make it's way into a conversation about Mephisto's health.

He fell back onto Mammon, happy at the comfort he was providing.

Barbatos spoke again, "I recommend that you sleep once again. Lucifer will take his leave to return to work, as will I. I will return to check on you when it is required. Mammon is free to stay if he would like."

Nods of understanding passed through the room.

The two left the room, leaving the couple alone.

Mammon gently pushed him down into a laying position, "Sleep well."

Mephistopheles smiled up at his boyfriend, taking the offer. Sleep overtook him almost immediately.

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

[liz-thinks-too-much]

Okay, I want to test something out. First: Are you neurodivergent? And second: How strongly you experience gender?

High - I have a clear, determined knowledge of what my gender identity is and how it manifests.

Medium - I have a vague knowledge of what my gender identity is and how it manifests, the way I experience gender can be messy and confusing sometimes.

Low - I have no idea what my gender identity is and how it manifests, I strugle to feel any connection gender, it's just another social concept I can't understand.

Please leave your experiences in the comments!

[crookedchildphantom]

Marauders and mobility aids/medical aids

Remu= cane/wheelchair (if it's real bad)

Sizi= hearing aid (bc of wall-burgers 'punishments')

Jamy= noise canceling headphones/earplugs 24/7 (hypersensitivity 2 noise)

Petey= everything splints/braces (hypermobility)

[ang3l1996]

Sooo... My boyfriend is writing a book and needs some help. He is writing a fantasyesc book, and is needing ideas on how disorders such as asthma, lupus, and any other disease would mutate if exposed to some sort of radiation.

[snarkylittleme]

r/SiblingOfSpecialNeeds

[a-person-on-earth]

Dr. Omar Suleiman on X: "The amount of amputees that will be reminded every day by their missing limbs and loved ones of what @POTUS did to them…" / X