I love you, trans people with intellectual disabilities. You deserve to have the same opportunities as everybody else, and that's because you are a person. You deserve to be happy. Intellectually disabled trans people deserve the exact same respect, recognition, and love that (should be) afforded to everybody else.
Intellectually disabled trans people, you deserve to make your own decisions about your transness. You are allowed to want for transition or to change your name, clothes, hair, pronouns, or anything else. You deserve support and understanding. I hope you are able to receive that. You belong in this world as your true self. Your transness and your disability/disabilities are not bad things - they are good, and they are important.
3K notes
·
View notes
As a marginalized person, sometimes I find myself worrying that my journeys of self-discovery and self-compassion are a little, well, selfish. That focusing so much on the battle for myself means I'm neglecting the wider fight.
If you are part of a marginalised group, I'm here to tell you that learning who you are, how to love who you are, and how to step into your authentic self is *part of the wider fight*. If you are autistic, allowing yourself to be authentically autistic helps the whole autistic community, not just you. If you're bisexual, embracing your bisexuality benefits all bi people. This goes for every marginalized identity: disabled, queer, trans, BIPOC, indigenous, you name it. Being you--and loving you--is always valuable.
And you don't have to be doing it publicly, either. I am acutely aware of the privilege in my life that allows me to be out and proud about my disabilities and queerness. If it's not safe for you to be open to the world about these things, that doesn't mean you're not contributing just as much to the fight as someone who can. You going on these journeys of self-love and self-discovery still helps change the world.❤️
29 notes
·
View notes
Schizophrenia and schizo-spec disorders are neurodivergent
There is a shared diagnostic history between autism and schizophrenia. We are cousins, the same way that adhd and autism are cousins. We are in the same fights.
To any schizo-spec person out there feeling excluded - I think about this often. You belong in the neurodivergent community. Thank you for being here
46 notes
·
View notes
ok sorry the OTHER thing about lucienne is like. as previously stated she is dream's handpicked emissary from the waking world to the dreaming she's the diplomat in chief she's the translator she's the bridge. because the dreaming is, in a very real way, dream's own psyche, this is tantamount to giving lucienne a tremendous degree of access to his interiority and by transitive property also tantamount to entering into a deeply emotionally intimate relationship with her (unimportant for the purposes of this post whether that relationship is platonic or romantic).
now, in general, looking at the pattern of dream's close emotional relationships—dream doesn't share himself with people as a rule (beyond the access that all things that live have to the dreaming; but i'm talking about his self here, the one he doesn't like to acknowledge he even has), but when he does share with people, it's with people who have some shadow on the soul, so to speak. just looking at attested relationships in show canon, his deepest emotional connection seems to be with death, who embodies the duality of light and dark even better than he does himself. calliope is the muse of epic poetry—heroism and tragedy—and also bears the sort of divine pride that led her to cut dream off for hundreds or thousands of years when he wronged her. the less said about that other guy, the better, but he's no sunshine-rainbows-unicorns type—he's a soldier of fortune, a bandit and a killer, a man who profits from the sale of human life. even best bird matthew, in comix canon, had a sordid past that will maybe be partially retconned for the show but has still been gestured at.
dream likes the complicated ones. he's drawn to them. they speak to something in him that he won't acknowledge in himself (he has to be Whole, fully integrated, without reservation, because he is the king and he is the dreaming and if the dreaming ain't whole then the universe is in trouble—but he feels that ache nonetheless).
all that is to say: when people try to portray lucienne as dream's Designated Well-Adjusted Neurotypical Friend, i begin to harm and maim.
17 notes
·
View notes
Being in pain and anguish can make you a deeply unpleasant person when it starts to grate on you to the core of your soul how unwell you are, and it really can make interacting with others so much harder.
It is hard to be around other people when you're in pain, and the sounds around you quite literally hurt, and you feel the crushing weight of reality settling deep on your chest and throat, and it feels like the world is against you. It's hard to be "pleasant" when everything feels stacked against you.
I hope to be with all of you in a metaphorical way. It's hard to be disabled and to act "normal." It's important to recognize that we can become so entrenched in the horrors of disability and pain that we lash out because when we recognize the cause, we can start finding ways to notice what might help.
Disability can feel like you're turned into a shell of who you thought you "should" be. Give yourself the space to grieve if you need to. I know it's hard. Take it a day at a time.
302 notes
·
View notes
I will not write stupid poetry.
I bang my head on the bottom of my desk,
Diving under for the plug of my bad lamp.
Don't listen to decisions made with a migraine.
I will not write stupid poetry,
Layer cakes of metaphor that peels
Like marzipan off a spongy cake,
Vapid prose that serves to sound smart.
I will not write stupid poetry,
I think, as my mind wanders, inevitably,
As I vacuum, foward and back,
My bird chirping reassuredly to herself
As she hears the monster approach-
Withdraw- approach-
She knows it's coming, she's 24.
Inevitable as the tide.
I will not write stupid poetry.
What does this give to speak
Than the rich bastards will rewrite
After the apocalypse?
What heart does this serve to rend,
Imprinting itself on the human consciousness?
I will not.
In this rare instance someone listens,
It must be important.
It has to be.
The stupid phrases layer and stack around me.
When I was younger, I wished that upon death,
Every phrase would record
In some grandiose book that I could read.
Eventually, I wanted what was important only
To be enshrined in that book.
I will not write stupid poetry.
1 note
·
View note