#fuck ableds

[the-one-eyed-seer]

Ableds listen to disabled people when they tell you what their needs are challenge

[starfishinthedistance]

I think that everyone studying to become a disability aid in school should have to go through a mandatory course written, produced and taught by disabled people to teach them not to be ableist pricks because like. Almost every abled school disability aid I've met has been extremely ableist with an enormous savior complex and it's so damaging for the disabled (especially neurodivergent) students they're "helping".

Forcing disabled kids to work through episodes, forcing them to work in ways that are literally physically impossible for them, forcing them into uncomfortable situations all while infantilizing and talking down to them is damaging as shit. I've seen a disability aid guilt trip a student literally having a flashback for not doing work (because of the flashback), I've seen them yell at deaf kids for signing ("you'll become reliant on it! you need to be considerant of hearing people!"), I've seen them forcing autistic kids to take off their noise cancelling headphones leading to meltdowns (which the student was then blamed for), I've seen them yell at antisocial kids for "sass" (actually them just having flatter emotional expression), I've seen them punish attention-deficit kids for fidgeting and then get angry when they stop focusing. And they get so angry and play the whole "it's so hard to work with special needs kids!" thing when you call them out.

Like. You are not helping. You need to get the fuck over yourself and listen when disabled people tell you that you're damaging these kids. Just. Let disabled people teach you how to care for disabled kids. You do not know better than disabled people on disabled issues, don't act like it.

[rage-against-the-cistem]

slaaaay!!! the only valid answer to ableism!!

yes I did this shitty edit for this occasion!

id: dark red image with a depiction of a wheelchair user with a revolver in black on the top, a depiction of an AK-47 in black on the bottom. in the left top corner, there is text in white that says "the cripples are taking back"

[nebulow]

Don't let able-bodied people tell you what you can do.

Don't let anyone tell you what YOUR body is capable of. Only you know.

[rattrapdadfigure]

Anyways, love how they keep hiring abled people as blind people like “In The Dark”

Wtf is this ableist shit.

The company said “none of the blind people acted enough like an Abled person mocking a blind person so we hired a seeing’s person :))”

My dad said blind people probably don’t know how to act as a profession. What the fuck.

Hate my dad, can’t wait to escape him ugh

[dead-lavender-society]

i hate able bodied people so much noah fence but you all are the absolute worst in any public setting i cannot walk up the stairs because you are pushing me out of the way i cannot go up elevators because you all think you are so entitled to a disability resource i cannot fucking go into a building because not only to y'all refuse to look behind you or hold the door for people, you use the disability access door i am physically shaking after walking up two flights of very big and long stairs, that i could not avoid because ableds want to hog up the elevators do you all not understand the pain it is to physically not be able to make it to a building, where you're literally unable to access the resources you need because other people actively take up the space you need to survive? i find it very interesting that you all have brought it upon yourselves to hog up resources that other people need to survive because you just want to use an elevator

[mercuryholixx]

Physically + mentally abled privilege is being able to look conventionally attractive. No I will not elaborate

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Worst fucking day ever.

First the copy of my ultrasound disk wasn’t covered, so I had to drop 50$ I really didn’t have to get it, then they never ended up using it. Then the biopsy itself was incredibly freaking painful and now it hurts when I swallow.

Then, on the bus home the screaming crowd of teenagers who got on wouldn’t move out of the goddamned way to let me and the other passengers off. And one charming young gentleman took exception to my wheels running over his toes.

GRABBED MY FUCKING WALKER OUT FROM UNDER ME AND YANKED IT AWAY. 

Which as you can imagine resulted in my disabled ass buckling like a sack of rocks, my knee cracking against the floor of the bus and my back getting tweaked.

So yeah, that was my fun violent assault of the week. How was your day?

[autoimmunechronicles]

Recently, I find myself having to 'prove' my disease, symptoms, and pain to others as though to make them and myself believe that it's INDEED real. (to my fellow warriors, your disease and pain is enough-- you're enough)

I feel in my bones the doubts and judgements (even myself) that sows the seeds of negative emotions affecting my mental health.

Why does my disability have to be recognized and supported in the first place?

Here are my thoughts:

I DO NOT have to prove my pain and disease to anyone -

My "invisible" but very real, unimaginary illness exists. I feel pain 24/7. Some people do not (even try to) understand and have a distorted and disproportionate expectations.

2) We just want the support of the people dear to us.

People surviving with chronic illness face challenges that are inconceivable to normal and/or healthy people.

Often times, family and friends tend to make insensitive or thoughtless remarks or even requests that exhaustively impact our well-being.

3) We are dis-ABLE-d

Inspite of the awful unpredictable nature of autoimmune diseases, there are moments, hours, or even days of "low pain". Sometimes it lasts for a short period of time, sometimes not.

Personally, whenever I do not feel crackling pains, (chronic & extreme) fatigue, weakness and have all the limited energy (SPOONS) to move around and carry out chores, I DO THEM. I AM ABLE TO DO THEM.

To put it briefly, even through pain, I can carry out chores that I DEEM AM ABLE TO ACCOMPLISH. Otherwise, I will NOT carry through or postpone the tasks / activities.

In my experience, I do feel that I am a burden when it comes to contributing to house works and chores nowadays. I am not WHO and WHAT I used to be -- as much as I want to move I feel extremely guilty for not being able to do so. But I do remind myself that autoimmune in general cannot be prevented and there's only so much that I can do.

THAT IS WHY when I CAN, I DO.

4) Stop putting labels and words in our mouths:

When we are trying to help out and contribute, please do not be so insensitive as to say what we CAN and CANNOT do.

Believe us when we say we wen and DO NOT ASSUME THAT WE CANNOT.

Example: You see us washing the dishes then suddenly you would remark "You are not able to do that." YES WE CAN, WHEN WE CAN.

Yes we are disabled and each and every one of us have different diagnoses, symptoms, limitations -- but we continue to fight and make things work everyday. Chronically ill people are creative, smart, innovative, and are masters of life!

We are only disabled because of our illness and its complications which might prevent us to perform, live, and interact with the rest of the world in what's perceived to be in a normal way.

But please, we will appreciate it if we you can also give us the space to fully appreciate being ABLED.

Caveat: Please do not gaslight or get AGGRESSIVE and make degratory remarks or make your loved one feel guilty for not being able to perform normal tasks that may seem easy, fast, or normal to you.

In my case, I am able to cook, clean, and do chores but in a very, very slow and painful phase requiring rest every 5 minutes as I tend to be fantastically exhausted.

(Yes, 10 steps is exhausting enough for me. Legs crack up, lungs requiring deep breathes. But I STILL DO, I endure when I can.)

5) We appreciate all the emotional, physical, and financial support extended to us

Every single effort to help, support, and understand our condition is wholeheartedly appreciated!

Most importantly, especially to the family members, it would mean a lot if we can make an effort to really learn and work on knowing the specific autoimmune disease your loved ones have.

We are also trying to learn more about our disease everyday. Autoimmune is still a big mystery even to the medical community.

6) We DO NOT NEED unsolicited advise or opinions you heard online from herbal doctors or those who are "HEALED" or "CURED" of the disease

We do understand that a healthy and balanced diet is important but you also have to remember that:

+ Autoimmune diseases are incurable. It can only be managed.

+ Each patient / fighter are experiencing different symptoms. No TWO LUPUS patients' experiences and symptoms and treatments are the same.

+ There is no "GETTING BETTER." We do not enjoy the pain, but realistically, this only upsets us.

+ If there was one single herb and diet restrictions that works, all of us would have been cured, healed.

Nonetheless, we know your intentions mean well! :)

[chronic-cane]

The floor wasn't even wet

[sleeping-satan]

Yesterday I went to Walgreens and two disability spots were already taken as a car was pulling out near the other two.

I pull up next to them and the car is just stopped there, in front of the two spots. I put on my turn signal and look into the other cars windshield to stare at a woman with a confused look on her face. About ten to twenty seconds pass before she moves her car out of the way.

This is still better than when I went to pick up my order at Starbucks and the only close parking spot, again a disability spot, had a man standing in the middle of it on his phone.

Abled people might as well start having picnics there like... I get its an empty parking spot but believe it or not people use it. You can possibly be blocking the only spot they can use.

[sicksadtumble]

"I hate slow walkers," just say you're abliest and go

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[the-dragon-girl-27]

It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.

Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.

you are greeted by...... her

[ibtisams]

I don’t even care anymore. You’re either going to take a genocide happening right in front of you seriously or you’re going to let an entire country of innocent people be killed and in 20 years wonder what happened while you were silent

[themthistles]

whenever i see another tiktok girlie talking about how she wishes to have been a fangirl in 2010s i feel like a seasoned veteran overhearing a foolish youngin boasting about wanting to go to war for glory and adventure. you naive little idiot. you know nothing. you understand nothing. you weren't there in the trenches. i have seen things, terrible things. i cannot plug in my phone charger at night without being plagued by the visions of Him