#disabled joy

[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!!!!!!

[chronicallycouchbound]

The narrative that “you should care about disabled people because one day that’ll be you” is ableist in and of itself.

You should care about disabled people’s rights because you should care about the disenfranchisement of a marginalized community.

Becoming disabled is not a punishment. Becoming disabled is not a threat. Becoming disabled is not cosmic retaliation for being ableist. Becoming disabled is morally neutral.

[ionlytalktodogs]

Hot take but canes are not a limited resource. Most mobility aids aren’t but canes especially. Canes are $20 at a lot of stores like CVS, Walmart, etc. You aren’t taking that resource away from “real” disabled people (hint: you ARE a real disabled person) in fact buying more canes creates more demand and works to make more stores carry them for better prices. You aren’t faking being disabled or hurting disabled people, you’re working to make canes more accessible which is helping disabled people.

Get the cane.

[cassadyflies]

I want more people to be aware of disabled joy. The freedom of getting the right mobility aid. The sense of victory and accomplishment when doing a task you thought you would never succeed at. The smug superiority of zooming ahead of your walking friends on a downhill slope. The relief of a proper diagnosis answering your questions. The peace of learning how to radically accept yourself and your body. It ain’t all bad, folks.

[positivity-for-disability]

Disability positivity is recognizing your disability, and adapting to it. It is the small wins each day, the things you accomplish.

Getting out of bed is an accomplishment.

Completing that task, however small it may seem, is an accomplishment.

Reading that book, is an accomplishment.

Making that thing, is an accomplishment.

Cooking dinner, is an accomplishment.

And even when you can't do all of that, just remembering to have patience with yourself and that productivity does not equal to your value as a person, is an accomplishment.

[azztiph]

One of the most radical things you can do as a disabled person is live and be happy.

[nondivisable]

[Image ID: A person standing in a forest, leaning on two forearm crutches. He has short, curly, split colored hair - left side pink, right side brown - tied into space buns. He's wearing a grey crop top, dark grey pants and black combat boots]

in honor of my anger induced post about dynamic disability, and also my somehow really famous post about disabled people being allowed to have hobbies

this is me after a 3k hike, I really love hiking and am so grateful for my crutches and my family who help me be able to keep doing it, even with chronic hip issues <3

[manyminded]

seeing people above the age of like. 20. who are transgender or queer or disabled or fundamentally like me gives me so much hope. like…I have a future. I have a future. this rules

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

Disabled connection and joy is so so wonderful and im lucky i get to experience it. I want more irl disabled friends (more friends in general would be great) but i know friendships take time and I moved here less than 2 months ago. Those fleeting moments of connection, of knowing glances, of smiling to each other, of complimenting each other's aids, basically all that?? means the WORLD to me right now.

Me and the wheelchair user in walmart with bright purple hair grinning at each other because holy shit! we're both people with mobility aids and bright colored hair AND we are both buying cheese!

The person I see on the accessible pathway I take to class who compliments me and I compliment them back

The person in their power chair who always has the absolute coolest pants I've ever seen. who i absolutely love seeing around campus because i may not know their name but i know a cool person when i see them

The person who walks with a limp that I pass once in a blue moon on my walk home. every single time we smile to each other.

The cane user I saw walking around who without even knowing it, gave me the confidence i needed to actually use my cane in public instead of forcing myself through horrible pain

The person with hot pink decals on their wheelchair that i want to talk to more than anything bc there are not many things i love more than decorated mobility aids and hot pink

The person I keep running into who always looks at my cane with curiosity, but without any sort of judgement or hint of malice. and they always have something kind to say.

I think about these people so much! i hope they are having a good night and I hope tomorrow will be a good day for them. I might just be some guy in strange outfits that they see around every so often (i am that to many people). but they mean more to me than they know.

[a-little-revolution]

🌹✨️Just a couple a interabled queerios ✨️🌹

[justsomerandomgay]

crying because i’m sitting my the bay near my house for the first time since my chronic illnesses got bad.

wheelchairs and mobility aids give freedom and independence, they do not take it.

[chronicallycouchbound]

Disabled joy looks like me zooming down the streets in my powerchair at full speed, fall leaves crunching under my wheels.

18 year old me, sobbing as I was forced to crawl up the ice-coated steps of the local youth homeless shelter, could have never dreamed of this.

[kodocell]

I Survived What I Was Told Did Not Exist

(Reblogs always appreciated!)

(Image ID: a purple humanoid sheep floating in front of a pale green background. Their head is tilted back and hands held to their chest, a swirling white breath leaving them. On their abdomen is a hole in the shape of a uterus that passes clean through them. Surrounding them is swirling tear-drop lines dripping down towards their hooves, the colors shifting from a pale yellow, orange, and pink, mirrored along each of their limbs. End ID)

[cassadyflies]

I never took as much joy in walking as I do now rolling down the sidewalk in my chair. I often find myself grinning ear to ear because there was a time I couldn’t move at all, and now I’m free. There was a time I hurt, and now I fly. I love my wheels.

ID: a person with short blue hair sits in a manual wheelchair facing forward with a gray cat in their lap eating wet food from a blue dish the person is holding for the cat.

[positivity-for-disability]

Your disability is real, no one can tell you otherwise. It isn't all in your head.

Your disability does not define who you are, you are worthy of love and happiness.

Your disability does not make you value less, you are valuable for the simple fact that you are you. And that is beautiful

[dis-slay-bled]

THSI IS NOT A DRILL IM GETTING A CUSTOM WHEELCHAIR DUDE. IM GONNA SHIT IM SO EXCITED!!!!