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mywheelieweirdlife · 1 year

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So I struggled with a lot of relationship anxiety and I haven't ever really hidden the fact that a lot of it comes from my disabilities and the ableism I've faced in relationships and from just society in general.

Like I have definitely posted before about the fact that one of the common fights in a previous relationship was that I was so infantilised by society as a wheelchair user that my ex felt judged for being with me because I looked young and small and was in a wheelchair and people constantly stared and made comments and he got dirty looks when kissing me (which he assumed was bc I look like I could potentially be a teen at 21, but I couldn't get him to wrap his head around the fact that no, people are actually judging you because I'm disabled and they think you're 'throwing your life away' by dating me... which is something that still infuriates both of us now that he has wrapped his head around the fact that, that is still how I'm seen and he gets it a little better).

But something that's coming up in my newer relationship which is a lot healthier than anything I've really had before and is someone who's really only known me as disabled and has been around the disability community enough that the everyday ableism I would get from others just isn't an issue...

Is the little things that aren't exactly unique but are things that I have only ever discussed with other disabled people.

Like I can discuss the impacts of my stutter and the seizures and the fainting pretty publicly, because I do that all the time and it's like never been an issue, it's seen as socially acceptable and important to talk about by abled bodied people.

Because they see it and they recognise that it could happen to them easily and they want to help (generally) and also it regularly gets used as inspiration porn and is a thing.

But the things I struggle with, even knowing that I will eventually-inevitably have to have these conversations with someone other than my QPP, is the aspects that I don't see talked about offline very often if at all.

Those of us in forums reading and sharing tips on how to deal with varying levels of incontinence, how to handle and help gastroparesis, how to manage when your muscles don't work well and you have to physically manoeuvre your body to just get your body to function slightly normally...

But no one really has advice on how to tell your partner that... like mine follows my tumblr so will see this and probably send me reassurances because he's a sweetheart and I know he really won't mind and will not be surprised at this (both by what I struggle with and that this is how I dodge my usual awkwardly bringing stuff up right at bedtime so I can talk and sleep before my anxiety hits that I did a scary thing)… but I don't actually know how you tell someone this stuff.

Especially if it's someone who you want to spend your life with and live with.

Like I like being blunt and if it was public speaking about disability with strangers or about my book I could absolutely say 'Yeah, my muscle deterioration and the loss of control from my FND got to a point where I don't have full control of my bladder or intestinal system. They just don't really function on their own; so I have a full on daily massage routine that I have to do basically a couple of hours after every meal because my body doesn't like to do it on it's own and I don't like constantly feeling like I'm going to throw up and then being incredibly constipated when it does decide to start functioning again.'

Or that with that comes 'Oh yeah, sometimes I literally have to massage and push on my bladder to pee and there's a whole method to it and it's really important when my muscles stop working so I don't get a UTI, liver or kidney infection.'

Or the ever fun 'One of the most important things I ever learned from a group of cis women with spinal injuries is that you can feel through your vaginal canal where and how much 'waste' is in your intestines and sometimes literally push it down like that if you have limited muscle control and don't want to deal with other methods'

Like; I don't talk about those outside of like two people. I also don't talk about how much planning goes into sex because of those things and how much pain I can be in if that routine is thrown off or if my diet changes suddenly or how expensive the actual food requirements to not be in pain all the time is because I need an extra high fiber, liquid diet sometimes when the flares at the worst.

Or that the real reason I'm addicted to coffee is because it helps with the gastroparesis way more than it helps the ADHD or sleep deprivation issues.

Or that I stopped eating as much meat because it was actually getting too hard for my body to digest and now I'm seriously afraid of protein deficiency and iron levels because those are two things that I know will 100% fuck me up and I can't find high enough options and I really can't afford tofu and am often allergic to the cheaper options because of my chickpea allergy bc that's vegan/vegetarian foods main protein extra. (I have major frustrations with how many things across the board use chickpeas)

Like; needing a specific kind of diet is hard and I try my hardest to not have to ask for help because I'm stubborn but also because I'm absolutely irrationally terrified that I'm already asking too much (not a single person in my chosen family would give me shit for being high dietary needs if I chose to be more honest with my struggles, but it's still a fear from toxic people in my past that I will become too much for things out of my control).

And this impacts every day of my life right, so I have tried to share this with long term partners before… particularly ones I was planning on living with and both said 'why tf do I even need to know this?'.

And like, back then I was too hurt and heartbroken from the shame of trying really hard to be vulnerable to be shut down in harsh ways that were quite frankly cruel.

But like; it's information that should be known. If I'm in hospital, that's very important information if I'm unconscious and will be unconscious for a while. It was a conversation my QPP and I had when discussing who would be pregnant that we've literally never let the other polycule member and coparent into that part of the discussion of ~how much my disability impacting pregnancy could happen~ because I was too embarrassed and burned by my past to talk about these things with him around.

Like the reality of my disability has been changing pads and tampons in bed crying in pain back when I had a period, while I'd been bed-bound without a wheelchair or mobility aid and I hadn't pee'd in several hours and knew I was risking a uti and bladder infection but literally had no choice other than trying to keep up basic period care. Or when my muscles fatigue and spasms got so bad I was spending nearly $50-100 a month on overnight pads because of incontinence and periods and I threw out the reusable environmentally friendly ones bc despite me not having allergic reactions to them cleaning them was not an option when you can't even get up to shower or pee.

Or the only reason I stopped trying to push for a pelvic floor specialist or getting a catheter at that point was because the receptionists and ultrasound techs when I went for a scan of my bladder made me feel so ashamed for not being able to have a full bladder ~despite needing it for incontinence being on the form~ that I actually stopped asking for help for anything that might involve an ultrasound until my IUD required it... and even then I have panic attacks every time and refuse to go within visual distance of the one that gave me hell.

And these are just normal routines for me until I'm with someone and then suddenly I don't want to admit that I lay down and have to do a whole routine just to have a functioning intestinal system because that's a whole portion that just never really functioned well even when I was a kid but actually most of it was after the assault in 2018. And in 2020-2022 I finally learned how to manage that.

I use to panic at the idea of living with anyone other than my QPP bc especially if I shared a room with them, at some point I would actually have to be vulnerable and actually incorporate my daily routine around them (the moment I realised that I could actually see myself being that comfortable and safe with my current partner despite only being together almost 5 months I cried for a while as I wrapped my head around it bc it was not something I ever expected to feel).

One of my main reasons for actually wanting my own bedroom and not just an office space when living with partners one day was because I wanted my own space to live without having to fight anxiety about a partner witnessing the full extent of my disability... so realising that I would be okay with someone seeing that part of me especially after having it used against me by people in the past is a big deal.

It means I have to let someone potentially see the scars, that they will see me at 2am in pain when I'm in a flare and gastroparesis is at worst it pulls at and tears the internal scar and brings flashbacks and extreme pain where I can't move.

It means that I have to be vulnerable and trust them when my hand stops working, when my legs and feet cramp up in pain, when I have a seizure so bad I can feel where my previous fractures were and where the bruising is along my spine and hips and I just can't with the world, or when my insomnia gets hit with hallucinations and suddenly I ~need~ to absolutely cling to them because it's kinda hard to ground myself when even though I know that it's not real the hallucinations can actually be terrifying and I crave that feeling of groundedness that comes with holding someone safe and knowing they have me.

And that's scary, disability is scary, not just because it's hard and isolating, and pain and inconsistency is terrifying to live with; but because those people you have you have to trust fully and when you commit to something or someone you have to have such a high level of faith in them because you know how vulnerable you can actually be even if like me you tend to be really good at faking being okay and tough (and I am tough, I've survived a lot, but that fake bravado I put on in public and sometimes one on one is absolutely a survival mechanism as well).

Relationships are hard and no one prepares you for the conversation's because they're so hard to have and honestly, people hate having them. And there hits a point where your disability needs you to be blunt and honest however you can and sometimes you just need people to shush and listen without interrupting you because you are so used to being talked over and not heard that you just need to know that they're willing to hear you and what you're saying, not what they think you're saying or what they want to hear, but the actual blunt words out of your mouth...

And like one of the reasons why I wanted to write my book has actually been one of the hardest parts in writing it; to the point one of the reasons it's taking this long is sometimes while researching and typing is I have to stop and cry and have a nap, because it triggers anxiety in me about the conversations I hate having where I ask for accommodations in sex and life. I want this book so badly because I would've done almost anything to have a book where I could just highlight sections that were relevant, hand it to them and say 'come back to me when you're done and we'll talk about it because I need us to be coming in with similar understanding at least.'

Because I hate having to think about 'do I admit why I'm in pain or do I just say there's pain and maybe ask for a change or activity, do I need to stop, have I pushed too far and hurt myself if I'm only just noticing pain bc I have a high pain threshold' and then the fucking mental work in intimacy often leads me too burnt out for continued intimacy because I'm so stressed that I activate a panic response and then I just need to stop and have a nap and probably a frustration cry. (I cry a lot, I'm not ashamed of it, because it's healthy, but my brain is really good at making too many chemicals and needing to cry them out)

And these are everyday issues for so many of us, constantly battling relationships and study and trying to find our versions of happiness and success and love and acceptance; but also balancing the mental load of our disabilities, feeling like we have to do it alone and struggling and searching for each other's advice and guidance and comfort and compassion because we don't get it offline or it's harder to find offline.

And the problem isn't actually with our symptoms or our strategies; all bodies are bodies and sometimes our bodies just do or need weird shit to function... but the actual problem is the level of shame and how many topics are blacklisted and squeamish for people because they don't want to talk about it.

When I found another tumblr blog here that was someone with FND talking about struggles with incontinence, I sobbed for hours knowing that finally I wasn't alone and someone had advice and brands and was talking about their struggles with it and I was finally getting real help bc google was awful at getting me advice. (Seriously, facebook groups, tiktok and tumblr have done more for my disability health than all my medical professionals and google combined)

Shame is such a shitty emotion, like guilt and shame I get right, they have purpose within community building and providing safety etc; but shame itself the kind you get for just existing and people being weird about it... it cuts deep.

Like growing up afab the whole 'girls don't poop' thing was weird to me but also really mentally unhealthy for me and added a lot of confusion and shame to actual medical signs something was wrong with my digestive system... which may also be the autism and not understanding that's not meant to be taken literally in any capacity... but like; despite my mother working in medical fields before I was born, I grew up with so much stigma around human bodies and their functions, that I didn't know when something was actually wrong. It literally took the internet and the new ways I was disabled at 19 to learn I had been not normal and not healthy for years.

That food intolerances were actually a problem except it wasn't so much intolerances it was years of trauma had actually created so much stress on my system that certain muscular systems hadn't been able to work properly and I then had to learn what tf to do with that.

And this is also a post to get me back into writing my book because if it's said the shame is gone and also because after the conversations I've had with my partner last night and over the weekend I'm actually getting comfortable enough to say this stuff without the fear of being hurt by it later.

But this is mostly a 'this is a thing' post and it's hard and sometimes it's lonely and it's scary; but none of us are fully alone in this and there's nothing to actually be ashamed of even when our pasts and communities and media sometimes make it feel like it. And living as we are is brave, not just because living in general is hard, but because how we have to fight internalised ableism and fears of others every day while necessary is also hard and we're stronger than we give ourselves credit for because we forget how much energy we use just to survive.

#fnd #disability #chronic illness #chronic pain #wheelchair #mywheelieweirdlife book #disabled #disability struggles #please be nice to me this one was hard to write #long post #sorry for how long it is my anxiety makes me ramblr #it probably could have been a much shorter post but my thought spiral won this round #mine

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whiteness-of-silence · 10 months

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I'm deaf.

I can go days in silence – without my hearing aids, without any sounds, without the soft meows of my cat.

It's not a weird feeling, not anymore.

Silence is not scary. Self-acceptance is.

#deaf blog #deafness #personabloggging #just screaming into the void #disability struggles

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wildfeather5002 · 10 months

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"Disabled peoples' lives are worth living" and "my disability sucks ass and I want a treatment that takes my worst symptoms away" are two statements that can and should coexist. Just because someone wants to improve certain aspects in their life doesn't mean they think their life is not worth living.

#actually disabled #autistic #actually adhd #disabled #autism spectrum disorder #adhd #disability struggles

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fallenstarcat · 1 year

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“well it’s good your tests came back normal!”

no. it’s not.

a normal test result doesn’t mean i don’t have symptoms anymore. it just means we’re no closer to an explanation.

i’m still struggling. my symptoms are still getting worse. we just don’t know why, also meaning they don’t take me seriously.

a normal test result is not a a happy thing when disabled.

#disability #disabled #disability struggles #disabled life #physically disabled #actually disabled #disability life #chronic illlness #chronically ill #chronic pain #chronic illness life #tw medical #chronic pain struggles #chronic pain life

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aguineapigcouldntdothis · 8 months

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im so so nervous to start using a cane in public again. its been a little over a year and a half since i have (i stopped bc i was shamed out of it and the mental toll was too much). back then it was more so a preventative measure although it did help with the pain a lot. but now im worse and I'm getting even worse and i need help getting around more and more every day.

but holy shit im scared! i just moved to a new town across the USA 3 weeks ago. I dont know what the attitudes here are like surrounding disability esp ones that are visible or semi visible. also there's a huge mormon community which affects a lot of things. i know that its better for me to start using my mobility aids asap but ngl it's a lot to handle mentally.

#disability #mobility aid #disability struggles

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ouchiemyspine · 8 months

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first day of school. elevator turned off. had to walk up 6 flights of stairs. had to stand 15 minutes straight in the sun. was really fucking hot. going to dehydrate. will have a heart attack. god has left us.

my deodorant is really good though. sweaty everywhere but armpits lol

#actually disabled #disability #physically disabled #disabled #disability pride #inaccessibility #ableism #physical disability #disability struggles

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cherry-pop-elf · 4 months

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“Here. Have some chocolate. A close friend of mine used to give us chocolate, whenever we were sad. Was hand made, ya know. Now my younger brother sells it at the shop. All proceeds go to the studies, and protection, of werewolf folk like us. You aren’t alone, habibi. Never were.”

“Uncle Bill is right! Looks like SPEW is gonna have a new war to fight, and I am SO ready! Yay violence!”

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stompybootz · 9 months

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days like today are the ones that leave me feeling empty and make it a struggle to accept myself.

today i was at the ER for over 7 hours due to some sort of colorectal bleeding. this has never happened to me before and we still don't know the cause yet. i have more appointments tomorrow.

waking up fine and going to bed sick is what makes dynamic disabilities such a struggle (for me, at least).

i don't know how to plan things - i don't know if i can follow through on the plans i do make - i don't know what my life is going to look like a month from now, let alone five years.

sometimes i have to take it hour by hour.

i joke as much as i can to hold on to some part of my joy (and sanity) but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't terrified of having developed some new lifelong illness and my life drastically changing yet again.

if you're going though similar i hope you find peace and are surrounded by love. i'm so sorry we have to fight this fight - you deserve an easy life, but i'm so happy that you're still here.

#disability #dynamic disability #pots syndrome #potsie #postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome #ehlers danlos problems #hypermobile eds #disabled and proud #disabled #disabled adult #disabled af #ibd #ibs #disability pride month #disability struggles #i love you #we're in this together

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loganofthenorth · 9 months

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Over Here!

Anna parked her car in an ocean of concrete, with other cars dotted around her. Taking a deep breath, she turned off her car, the static and chatter of her radio turning off with it. Lights stopped glowing and the engine stopped roaring. For a moment there was silence. She closed her eyes.

Then a loud bang startled her. She was forced to open them. A cart made of steel wires and wheels with a plastic handle had crashed into her car. Blown by the wind she assumed. Great. Now she'd have to pay to fix the dent... Of course she could just leave it there. It just meant society might judge her for it.

Anna got out of her car, closed it, and locked it. She smiled at the little noise it made. Then she sighed as she took the cart and put it where it was supposed to be. Under the tent with large advertisements plastered on the metal and plastic walls. One told Anna about a vacuum she should buy. Another told her about the store she was about to enter. A third told her why it was important to put carts away, she snorted a bit at that one. The fourth told her about a car insurance company. Would her own car insurance complain about the dent? Think she got into accidents often? She wasn't sure... Hopefully not.

After that she walked to the store. It was windy so she zipped up her dark blue wind breaker. She didn't bother pulling the hood over her unruly curls of long brown hair. She knew the wind would just blow it off again.

Anna paused to walk around a very large puddle that had formed outside the store. She assumed it was due to the storm the night before. Anna jumped when she heard a loud horn, and turned to see someone was waiting for her to pass so they could continue driving.

"Sorry." She mouthed with an apologetic smile. She stepped onto the higher level of pavement in front of the store that was meant for walking. The grey car that had waited on her drove past, and the water from the puddle was sprayed towards her. Fortunately Anna managed to hop back and avoid getting her pants wet. Only her pink rain boots got caught in the splash.

With a sigh of relief, Anna walked into the store. Bright lights buzzed over head. Crowds of people weaved around each other. Scanners beeped and conveyer belts rolled. Carts bumped into things as their loud wheels travelled over white tiles and grey carpet.

The shelves screamed at Anna as she grabbed a basket from a stack of them. She didn't need a cart. She was only here for a few things. 'Over here!' The shelves screamed at her regardless, with their bright colours and various fonts. Anna tried to ignore them, and went about her shopping.

'Sale!' Signs screamed at her. 'Buy 2 get 1 Free!' Shouted another. Anna rolled her eyes as she picked up a roll of cabbage she needed. She held it in her fingers and pressed her thumbs against it. "Hmm..." She hummed thoughtfully. It felt hollow. She put it back and grabbed another, which felt more firm, so she put it in a plastic bag, then put that in her basket.

Anna turned to move forward, but stopped and moved aside when a cart passed through. "Sorry." She said to the woman that passed her. The woman wore a tired expression. The crying toddler sitting in her cart clearly harboured most of her attention.

Sighing, Anna kept walking forward. Bright colours and signs continued to yell out to her. 'Come buy me!' They called. No. She thought. I can't afford you, and you aren't what I need. Her thoughts elaborated.

Next she arrived at the deli aisle, and she collected a few sandwich meats. To her left, children pestered their parents about a lunch item they wanted while their parents argued about upcoming bills. To her right, a man was on a call with his husband, arguing about his work hours.

Anna put some turkey and some roast beef into her basket, then went on with her shopping.

In the snack isle, where Anna ignored the chip sales and screaming cookies in favour of a box of granola bars and a container of peanut butter, an acquaintance greeted her.

"Anna?" The familiar voice called. Anna jumped and turned towards a blonde woman with her hair in a bun. She wore a black vest jacket over a white long sleeved shirt, with jeans and brown sandals. Sunglasses with jaguar themed frames sat in her hair. Her jaw was moving so Anna could assume she was chewing gum.

The other woman's grey eyes lit up as Anna's brown eyes looked back at her like a deer in headlights. She didn't recognize the woman that clearly recognized her.

"Oh, hi!" Anna greeted in a cracked voice, trying her best to smile. The buzzing from the lights above and the shouting of the bright colours around them gave her a headache. "How have you been?" She asked.

"I've been great! My sister has been telling me so much about you, are you two going out again any time soon?" The woman cheered.

Oh, that's who this was. Her name was Beverly, though her sister often called her Valerie or Early. Her sister was Donna, a woman Anna had been dating for a couple of years now. It was hard to recognize Beverly outside of Donna's apartment, where the two lived together in order to make paying rent easier.

"Yeah, she's coming over to my place this weekend. We're going to be watching a new movie that came out." Anna answered.

"That's great! Let me know how it goes!" Beverly cheered, likely wanting details her sister wouldn't give her.

"Okay." Anna replied, watching the woman put some chips into her cart.

"It was nice talking to you!" Beverly cheered before walking along.

"You two!" Anna replied, holding back confusion. They didn't really talk per se. Just exchanged information that Beverly probably already knew for the sake of politeness.

Anna shrugged, and gave in to the muted calls of a nice looking coffee cake. She put it into her basket, figuring it'd be a good snack to have when Donna came over.

On her way to the dairy aisle to pick up the last things she needed, Anna had to stop. She sat down on a bench, set down the bright yellow basket beside her, covered her face in her hands, and groaned.

"I just wish everything would stop screaming..." She murmured, feeling her body beginning to shut down.

"Dammit." She cursed herself, fumbling with her purse to get out her phone. "I... need help..." She murmured. She could hear her heart in her head as she tapped in a password. The buzzing and ringing and beeping and shouting and heart thump thumping... her head pounded, her eyes stung.

Anna opened her messenger app. She clicked on the first name she saw. Her friend Ashley, a classmate at her college. She didn't text anything too long or complicated. Just an emoji that Ashley would know the meaning of.

Then she returned her phone to her purse. She pulled noise cancelling headphones out of the large bag and put them on, then took out a stim toy before closing her purse. Holding it tightly and close to her chest, with her arms looped through the strap. She didn't want anyone to steal it.

Anna felt consciousness drift away. Her eyes fell shut and her sense of her surroundings faded. The only thing she was aware of were her hands moving to push buttons and fiddle with a joy stick and switches.

Then she became aware of a hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump.

"Sorry." She heard the muffled whisper of her friend. Sighing in relief, Anna took off her headphones and looked up. A woman with short orange hair and faint green eyes smiled at Anna.

"You doing okay?" Ashley asked softly.

"No..." Anna admitted, looking down in shame.

"Figured. Let's get you home." Ashley chuckled, offering her arm to Anna. With a nod, Anna linker her arm around Ashley's, and accepted help to the counters. They paid for her groceries and left the store.

It was only when they got to her car that Anna swore.

"I forgot the milk!" She shouted.

Ashley laughed at her dismay, earning a glare from Anna. "It's fine, Anna. I'll get you milk next time I go grocery shopping." Ashley assured her.

"Thanks... You're a good friend." Anna murmured as she handed Ashley the keys to her car and got into the passenger seat.

"Hey, you're the only reason I'm not failing my classes. Without your editing skills, I'd be screwed." Ashley reminded her. "The least I can do is help you out when you're passing out in a grocery store." She added after getting into the driver's seat.

"I guess..." Anna sighed. Though she still felt guilty for the trouble she may have caused. "Try not to go fast, okay?" She requested as Ashley turned on the radio.

"Fast? Me?" Ashley asked innocently with a mischievous grin. "Wouldn't dream of it." She mused before pulling out of the parking lot.

Anna rolled her eyes, then closed them. She fell back against the seat and allowed the world around her to go mostly quiet, with her friend's muffled singing along to the radio grounding her.

Desperately, she wished going grocery shopping wasn't such a difficult task.

But, oh well. At least she had a friend to support her when she needed it, and all it took was a butterfly emoji to summon her.

#short story #long post #autism #autistic character #lgbtq+ characters #slice of life #grocery shopping #errands #autistic life #autistic struggles #disability struggles #disabled character #random story

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inkskinned · 7 months

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love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

#writeblr #warm up #ps edited so it is more clear where “half” of men is coming from:#15% literally don't even touch water #an ADDITIONAL 35% ''wash'' by just running their hands under water WITHOUT SOAP #15+35 =50%#like that is not washing ur hands. go back and use soap #btw the numbers for women are 4% never washing and 15% ''just water''#which is still gross but like. sooo much better yikes #ps i know we're all gay on this site but watching ppl ''correct'' my math on this has been wild #i have a learning disability im genuinely bad at math so i check EVERY time someone corrects me #but no they're just confidently wrong.....#182 hours is a week babes. 182/24 (number of hours in a day) is ~7.6 #that's where i got that number from. also from rent we know there's 168 hours in a week.#ALSO btw if u read this and ur response is ''men are also struggling rn tho'' like babe you missed the point of it tho #this doesn't even make fun of men it's legit just pointing out that bigotry against women isn't founded #in anything men actually CARE about . like they don't actually CARE about ''being clean'' when they make fun of armpit hair #or they would be WASHING THEIR HANDS.#men pretend to be rollin' in cash and Apex Predators and instead they are trained to be lazy and unwilling to act in emergencies #i have never and will never make fun of men for asking for more support on important topics like DV and mental health.#this is so clearly not about men; it's about how common just being plainly misogynistic has become.#like they don't try to hide it anymore.

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