no cause Mulder was alone in that basement office for a while, maybe even two to three years depending on when exactly Diana left him.
there was no one to talk to, no one to keep him company, no one visiting him, no one wanting anything to do with him outside of making fun of him or trying to shut him down.
the days he must have spent without saying a single word out loud. Mulder must have been so fucking lonely during that time.
then—Scully.
he does his research on her, he reads her thesis and memorizes it to the point where he can quote it back to her word for word years later, all the while telling himself she will be a spy and nothing else.
and yet.
she walked into his office with bright eyes and an even brighter smile, and suddenly there was light everywhere. another person living and breathing beside him, someone to talk to and joke with, someone who didn't look at him with pity or mockery.
someone who made his mission their mission, someone who told him she wants to find out the truth, no matter what it ends up being, someone who didn't ridicule his theories and explanations.
someone who stepped in front of him to defend him and held people at gunpoint to get him back, to make sure he's safe. someone whom he can touch, someone who will reciprocate his bids for attention and affection, someone who runs her hands through his hair and offers comfort even when he doesn't know how to ask for it; especially when he doesn't know how to ask for it.
suddenly, Mulder was wanted, and he couldn't help but want her in return.
for the very first time in his life, someone saw him and did not leave.
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Thinking about Elizabeth in post apocalypse / zombie verses especially where it’s actually less convenient for her to be traveling with someone(s) than traveling alone bc: she doesn’t need food, water or sleep, she isn’t at risk of infection or injury - but when she’s traveling with someone she has to find excuses about not eating or drinking etc bc she doesn’t want to waste supplies on herself that other people actually need and she has to feign sleep and she has to actually feel and let any injuries she sustains heal naturally (or find a way to make it seem reasonable that she didn’t get hurt) and has to make sure no one sees her gets scratched or bitten and just ‘magic marker’ away the wounds bc the disease doesn’t affect her —
And it would be so much easier for her to travel on her own but even if she is the only one of her kind she isn’t meant to be alone and she is lonely and craves connection so she desperately wants to stick around with any people she crosses paths with —
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Hey if you're trans do me a favor and pretty pretty please love yourself and don't change who you are for anyone or anything. Okay I love you
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“noooo, I don’t wanna ride your face, what if I crush you? or drown you?” can you think of a better way to die? shut up and come here.
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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i love you lab grown diamonds i love you slavery-free chocolate i love you community gardens i love you fact that the insulin patent was sold for $1 i love you locally produced meat and milk i love you streets turned into walkable parks i love you little reminders that Things Do Not Have To Be This Way and there are people working to build a better world!!
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So I've been doing this thing for months where I just start grabbing one of my plushies to have as tummy support to prevent me from leaning too far forward towards my screen (the plush pushes me back as it's against the desk).
Maybe not good advice but for now it's better than me leaning all the way forward like a dog
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