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[hellafluff]

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[yourlocalxenomorph3]

i appreciate the concern anon! im mostly not serious but im also a little serious but im not gonna do anything drastic but my brain really really really thinks about doing drastic things

[offsidekineticist]

△ Qweck - what's sharing a living situation with Giliys like now that you know what's going on with him and Theo?

6/10

"Oh, I know what's going on with him and Theo? That's news to me," she huffs before wincing at the loss of control. "My apologies, that was...unbecoming. As for living with Giliys...It's fine." She sees the disbelief on your face. "No, it's...actually fine. Giliys is not the problem with our living situation, which is...unexpected." She rubs her eyes, and you notice the dark circles under her eyes, particularly pronounced where it overlaps with her bleached patch. "He spends most of his time taking care of Theo - helping him dress or feeding him or turning the pages of the book Theo's reading, and he's usually very quiet when he does that. Only speaks when he really needs to ask Theo how he wants something done. Which is understandable, considering that Theo snaps at every little mistake I make while doing his very best to ignore that Giliys even exists.

"I just...this isn't how it's supposed to be. Theo isn't supposed to be the mean one. Giliys isn't supposed to be the patient one. And I'm not supposed to be so...so...." She stops, a far off look in her eyes. "They're always looking for ship surgeons at the docks. Sometimes I think..." Qweck shakes her head, and with a quick blink, the longing in her eyes has gone. "It doesn't matter. You didn't ask about that. The answer is that living with Giliys has been fine."

[piplupod]

this girl at the centre is rly frivolous with her spending and it's driving me fucking insane because she complains about having no money but then somehow buys DQ lunch every day (a meal there is like $10+ ????) and buys a s.quishmallow or brand new fancy-covered book (not just paperbacks... the ones w embossed covers and cool stuff like that) or other fairly expensive trinkets almost daily ???? and then treats me like I'm being a party pooper if I decline buying food from DQ myself or if I say that I cannot afford some random thing that she tells me I should buy 🧍<- shaking with barely concealed frustrated irritation and tears

[childofeberron]

a family has asked me to babysit for a couple hours after my work day on tuesday and on one hand, i need the money and i know the family it'll be fine. they promised me the codes to the ipads just in case i need a mental break. but on the other hand hhhughghuhghh working from 9am to 730-8pm and then having to work the next morning too and these kids are a set of preschool and toddler siblings. the perfect age to start fighting each other

[bunny-j3st3r]

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[abyssbirds]

Ivam feeling so many negative emotions at once and the fact that I soon won't be able to afford a therapist after only like. 4 sessions. Just makes it all worse

[internetkatze]

the wheel of poverty rly is grinding my bones into chicken feed huh 

[booksofstars]

as cute as many parts of a thief in thunderclan were, i really do not like the narrative of "we‘re worth something to our society, as disabled people, as long as we can be useful!" its a harmful message on its own, and even worse when using brightheart of all characters as the mouthpiece for it.

i am partially blind. i cannot see with one of my eyes, just like brightheart. this has caused some major complications for me, just as it has for her. i have extremely poor depth perception, hand eye coordination, etc. i have learned to live with it, just as she has. i like that she has figured out her own way of doing things, as i have. but there are things i cannot do, and that she cannot do. and to say, through her, that disabled people are only worth anything if they can be useful, is an awful message. you do not have to contribute some usefulness to be worth something. you do not lose worth by being disabled.

the fact that the authors use brightheart to parrot this message to longtail is equally has disgusting. this is a very shitty narrative they are spreading, that they always have spread. warrior cats is a series that very rarely handles its disabled characters with any form of tact and respect. im pretty tired of it.

[bumblebeerror]

Don’t get me wrong man, Kamala Harris being an actual politician who knows what the fuck is going on is my preferred president to the Cheeto who wants to make it legal for him to be king, but CHRIST if every news site doesn’t sound like a tiktok audio of the most annoying resident of San Francisco, California.

Like my guy she is not girlbossing. Her running mate was EIGHTY YEARS OLD and decided probably people would like someone else because the dem docket is hemorrhaging votes because everybody’s retired grandpa is showing up to the polls and fuckijg nobody else because they all believe in the glorious revolution and fuck them poor / disabled folks am I right.

She’s not joining the gays, she is an ex cop. She’s not girlbossing, she was literally just handed the presidential candidacy by Joe. Like I love a good shattered glass ceiling too but are you fucking kidding me. She is 59 years old my guy she does not give a FUCK about gay Twitter.

Would it actually kill journalists to write like they don’t have a checklist of new memes to reference every article they write. My guy please just objectively report the news I don’t want to hear about brat summer.

This feels so bah humbug but every article I’ve read looks like a fucking satire piece I would read on this godforsaken webbed site but damn at least it would be satire! They actually mean it on news sites! Her being a woman doesn’t magically make her better at being president - it’s the fact that she isn’t Donald Trump, the guy currently trying to solidify that crime doesn’t count if you’re america’s specialist little boy at the time.

Like yea! She’ll be better than him! That’s not a high fucking bar my guy. We are like 3 inches off the ground with her while trump is subterranean.

Unironically, im glad Biden dropped out. I think it helps to set a precedent that this country doesn’t need yet more tired old men running it. But also don’t get fucking starry-eyed over her being a woman - she ran with Biden for a reason. You still have to stay on her ass about Palestine and reinstating Roe V Wade and protecting gay marriage and trans healthcare. She is not automatically on our side just because she’s a woman.

[library-fae]

being disabled is expensive

i hardly ever have the energy to cook

and sometimes physically can't stand long enough to do so

so i have to get quick premade, precut or precooked food

im also autistic and there are certain foods i can't eat

and safe foods i need for days im struggling from a sensory standpoint

its tiring to have to equate for these extra costs

and disability insurance doesn't cover them

food has become a luxury item in this economy

and the first affected are going to be the poor and disabled

[ratherbefangirling]

Love wins all: perfect imperfect

An AU because I can't get it out my head but also I can't think enough to write a fic 🤧 unedited as usual. Or is it fic 🤔

Warning ⚠️: alludes to abuse, bullying, insensitive words for disability. And I clearly don't know anything about disabilities so please I'm sorry if I made a mess of it.

Genre: angst

Taehyung's life sucked. It truly did. It was like a downward spiral. Going round and round until he was worse off thereon from where he started.

Nobody knows they are different until somebody points it out. Taehyung grew up with his halmeoni, his grandmother who he adored. Loosing his parents had not been a tradegy when he never knew them to begin with.

He hadn't paid much attention to his eyes. He was half blind and really he could still see. He just tripped a lot more. When he'd be a little older the doctor would explain about all the medical jargon. But when he was little his grandma told that the heavens made him so beautiful that michievious devil's in their envy stole his other eye and if he were good one day the angels would bless him.

Then his grandmother died. And all the fairytale with her. His uncle adopted him. They had a deal. He fed and clothed Taehyung. Taehyung kept the house clean and stayed out of trouble. Sometimes his uncle felt nice enough to buy him strawberries. Sometimes he felt bad enough to turn his skin into strawberries.

And so Taehyung trembled as if winter had seated into his bones... despite that Taehyung didn't hate his uncle. At least his uncle didn't abandon him like his mother who'd found a new rich lover and dropped her infant and disappeared. An imperfection in her perfect world.

Then his uncle died and Taehyung figured it was his destiny to be abandoned.

As he bowed quite listless infront of every one who came to the funeral.

Poor thing.

Cursed child.

Devils spawn

Pitiful boy

Have you seen his eyes? They gave me such a scare

He's heard it all before. Everyday at school it's fascinating how kids can't get tired of pointing out the obvious. Pathetic people who thrive of the misery of others.

Suddenly a hush fell over the funeral hall. A man in an expensive black suit, surrounded by bodyguards came to pay respect.

"Im sorry for your loss mister?"

"Kim Taehyung."

"Yes, I'm the owner of the factory your uncle worked at as an apology I would like to provide compensation."

Taehyung nodded. The rest of it was a blur. He remembers drinking some of his uncle's liquor. Eating expired ramen. Laughing so hard and crying till he fell asleep. He remember meeting the lawyers and signing things he didn't understand and then he finds himself new uniform, new books in hand in front of a building so magnificent he felt cheap.

Soul Highschool for children with special needs.

He thinks his old classmates will have quite a laugh he's in a school with his kind. In a school of freaks they'd lovingly call it.

And maybe the universe finally felt bad for him because there he meet Jieun. His Jieun.

He sees her and thinks oh he's so grateful he's alive. She's beautiful. Like a blossom in the winter. Like spring. Like an angel.

When the teacher assigns Jieun to show him around. He follows her a little dazed. Almost falling like he always does and she gives him her hand like it's the most natural thing in the world, like being kind to him is so easy and its worth scraping his knees sometimes to see her smile at his dorkiness and so he can stare at her as she carefully bandages his knee blowing over it softly and the pain almost disappears.

You should be careful

She writes on her notepad and he nods.

I can't see in 3d like others.

He writes back.

If you speak slowly I can read your lips. . I mean you don't have to write to respond

He nods in understanding and she smiles at him. And he smiles back. And it's a first smile in a long while, a small smile that lasts a long while.

So everyday little by little she guides him where the slopes are where the flowers are (because in this school they had textured walls and scented herbs and flowers so that the kids have easier time figuring out their class rooms on the basis of scents and touch)

One day they are sitting together eating when he sees her talking in sign language.

Teach me

She nods. And then everyday little by little he learns to speak to her. By touch, by taps, and maybe he's taking advantage of the situation and you know he shamelessly is. Calling it their secret language. He holds her hands.

One squeeze for yes. Two for no. And three for I love you.

And the fourth for I love you too.

He thinks she can tell. When they're out at the mall and he holds her hands claiming he can't see properly and he needs her to guide him.

He's allowed to have this advantage atleast.

So she takes him and he follows. Because really for her he'd go wherever. As long as they were together.

He can't tell who confesses first. He can't remember who kisses first just the tang of strawberry lip tint makes him smile cause really. How can someone be so perfect.

And then he becomes greedy all the time ceaselessly touching tapping pinching... till she playfully shoves him away pretending to be angry.

They come to take photos in the photo film booth to mark their year of togetherness(the happiest year of his life(sorry grandma he apologises to his grandma promising to put extra strawberries in her memorial this year)).

He pulls her closer. And she melts into him. And really he couldn't be happier. He pulls out a ring asking her to marry him. And he's glad he chose the moment because now her surprised face sits on their side table. And she's tried getting rid of it. But he won't let it happen. He wants all of her the bad the good the ugly the beautiful the stubborn the sweet the soft the sour everything until the very end .

I look ugly

Is it possible for the most beautiful girl to look ugly?

He signs and kisses her.

Dearest darling my universe.

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And Taehyung believes he's cursed. He has to be because there is no other way to explain what happens next.

He's never paid much attention to news. He never has had time for it. It's nonsense most of it he thinks. Until the government declared to save the planet they'll eliminate the defects.

Defects. . .

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Their cozy home was destroyed. It felt now like a dream he had conjured to keep himself safe, if not for the sound of Jieun breathing and her head on his lap as she rested.

She's so beautiful.

Even with the scars and dirty clothes and her bones that become prominent as there keeps being lesser food to scavenge.

She reaches out to him. He smiles at her as she wakes. He can't see her clearly but she is all He can ever see.

He know there situation has made her more frustrated. She wants to call out his name but instead she digs her nails into him. That's her way of screaming.

He still remembers the day their old safe house was discovered in the mayhem he'd lost sight of her and the crowd pushed her away.

I lost you I almost lost you.

And with the fear thudding in his heart he didn't know how to comfort her.

He knows not many people are left. It really doesn't matter. What matters is they can have one more moment together. Stay together a just a little longer. Cause he's not quite ready to loose her. He never will be.

They still have hope that their old safe house is safe, praying once the cubes are done with their work they'll move on to a different target because surely they won't search the same place again.

It's a flimsy hope. But hope all the same.

Their safe house is the same mall they had their first dates on.

But nothing was the same, infact it was entirely different.

They both were tired. He could tell. Their conversation had dissipated to save energy for survival.

Until they found the camcorder. It was an old model. And somehow the charging remained. It had a soft filter mode. And through its lens everything looked more dreamy. Perhaps all this was a bad dream. And they'd wake up and everything will be alright again.

Kim Taehyung-ssi would you like to say anything to the camera

"I would. Actually I'm on My way to propose my beautiful girlfriend and we're going on a date tonight. So wish me luck."

She smiled. He took the camcorder from her.

"Let's go. We'll be late for our reservation."

So off they went to play pretend in the finest restaurant of the mall.

Taehyung pulled out a ring he'd stolen earlier when she wasn't looking. At least he hoped she wasn't. (But she was... Always looking at him. Her eyes couldn't settle elsewhere and when he smoothly (or so he thought) pocketed the ring she suppressed a giggle pretending not to notice)

Will you marry me?

She squeezes his hand.

Yes

He laughs lifting her spinning her around.

I saw a dress shop on third floor.

He tells her excited. And she takes his hand and off they go. Through the shadows and the flickering lights. They reach the fancy wedding boutique. Trying on different dresses and suits.

Taehyung remembers asking her, back when things were different. In another cozy afternoon on their soft bed as he played with her hair.

How would you like our wedding to be?

I would want to invite everyone and have fun. To dance and sing and be merry.

To sing?

He asks curious.

My friend told me you had a lovely voice. I'm jealous I can't hear it.

So Taehyung had gone and recorded his voice and turned it into beats so she could enjoy it.

And maybe it wasn't a wedding she dreamed of but it was a wedding. Because what more did a wedding need than a groom and a bride who loved each other.

Laughing, playing around, slow dancing in each others arms as if they had all the time in the world. Looking in the mirror like it's a portrait as the camcorder captures the dreamy glow in their faces.

Should we go see our photobooth?

Taehyung only smiles in return.

So they go through the debris as her dress trails through the dirt. And like a miracle it's still there up and running.

So they both sit, squeezing into the booth. As the lights flashes. He squeezes her hand thrice and she squeezes it four times in response.

Jieun gets out excited to see how the photos have turned out and Taehyung watches his lovely bride. She turns to show him the photos and that's when she sees it. The cube.

The sentinel being that has ruined their live. Their future, their hopes and dreams all shattered.

She drags him away and he follows. She thinks she's escaped it when she sees another. It dawns on her that the only way to escape is to go through the center of the mall. Through the grave of clothes.

She runs and runs but it's too late. It has seen them.

And it's in front of them.

Instinctively she picks up a pipe from the ground easy to fight to defend.

Taehyung sees her and takes it from her ready to defend to protect. Pouring all his rage and frustration into hitting it.

But the cube remains unscathed.

All Taehyung can think of is that it can't end like this. He's not ready to let her go. But when rage is gone despair remains. He feels her hold him. He's wrapped in her arms trembling like he's a child again. She covers his eyes in her last attempt to protect it and he can swear he heard her say I love you

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And then nothing.

Tumblr deleted the last part I wrote earlier TT from the proposal part if its weird that's why I'm sorry I tried.. but I hope it turned out ok. Ugh its so irritating.

Permanent Masterlist: @mintsugarmy : @cryingpages : @exfolitae

[bardicious]

Things I find frustrating/uninteresting while reading Cherik fics*:

Writers treating Charles like he should be omniscient, and siding with Erik on anything.

Letting Erik get away with everything, making Charles the one who should "change" -insert wtf???? meme-

Opposite situation where Charles life trauma is worse than Erik's?????? WHAT? Or making Charles not capable of coping with his own trauma - something he's been, honestly, awesome at throughout all the movies, except for that brief decade of break down (much deserved cause fucking hell, poor guy, just wish those closest to him weren't assholes, except Hank for that time being)

Agreeing with Erik on Mystique's choice of no clothes, like he wasn't being a fucking WEIRDO.

Babifying Charles or Raven.

Justifying Erik's fears of Charles' powers, like WHAT? WHAT? Like, I know the movies never go into how people treat Charles' mutation, but, like, come on! I'm so sick of seeing Charles bend over backwards for people who don't do the same for him. (Genuinely in character for Charles, not me dissing your writing, me just tired of Charles getting the short end of the stick)

Sadly accurate to the movies, but Raven being a little brat, and everyone treating her with kid gloves.

Erik being mad at Charles for leaving him in prison, like Charles did NOT owe Erik anything, Erik knew that. He wasn't upset at Charles for not doing anything about that. He was upset that Charles seemingly didn't do anything for the rest of mutant-kind. I just think Erik bitching about that is ludicrous, considering Erik left Charles on a fuckin beach surrounded by, to his knowledge, enemies. He's got no fuckin grounds to be pissy.

Another sadly movie accurate thing, Erik thinking Charles should be just able to DO fucking anything, looking down on Charles for sitting in his mansion teaching kids and giving them a safe haven, and acting like that isn't enough? When Erik is the REASON Charles can't DO more. When we saw Charles being VERY active when he had mobility with his legs. Like, holy fuck, are you for REAL, fam?

Just in general people thinking Charles should train his kids to be soldiers???? Everyone's on crack, I swear.

This should be higher but I don't tend to read these fics, Charles not being disabled. Like, I do get it, it's harder to write, most people wont understand the perspective until they research more on it (which would be good for everyone to do) though I get why people don't. Not against fics like this, but they do feel a bit like a cop out so I tend to avoid.

Im biased but like, Charles' transgressions are WAY lower than Erik's. Like, they are SO not on the same level of cruelty. A little valid to make Raven say shit like they are (She's like that in the movies, and genuinely pisses me off), but god, that's partially why her character became so irritating to me.

*Not saying these fics are bad or anything, nor me saying they should change and be the way I would like them, just me being exasperated with X-Men movies, and sometimes fandom stuff I disagree with, so I gotta write it all out and am curious if others feel the same.

[buff-muffin]

(I'm @beanghostprincess btw this is just my main acc) Please please, I need more ideas of yours for the headcanon of Sabo being deaf in one ear. Because the reblog you wrote was awesome and I desperately need more of it. Besides, I would love to make it a bit angstier and write about him struggling but I don't have any experience with this and I think your opinions would be great <3333

AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT NJSDNIJSXN OK OK BUT IF YOU WANT ANGST YOU GOTTA KNOW HOW HALF DEAFNESS WORKS. I don’t mind explaining this shit so dw I’m giggling as I write this.

I will say as a like, heads up I was born deaf in one ear Sabo lost it later on so I’m not 100 right but shut up self projection whoop whoop. I can to what I want. You can at least be half right with this information.

So unlike regular deafness it’s important to note Sabo still has one perfectly working ear. An ear that works overtime.

You need two ears to be able to figure out where noises come from cause it will be slightly louder and softer in each ear ect (idk man). Sabo doesn’t have that hence why my thought of needing Koala to be a quick guide for him. Without her help, he’s just gotta look around till he figures out what made the noise. Obviously he doesn’t have to worry too much about sneak attacks n shit cause of Haki but like. A enemy transponder snail calling and Koala is gone? He’s spinning in a circle and moving his head around till the noise gets louder and he can figure out WHERE THE FUCK IT IS.

This plus a pinch of paranoia and left on his own? Delectable. Hearing noises like distant gunshots, explosions, footsteps but can’t sense anyone and can’t figure out where they are or even where to go to help? Horrifying. ESPECIALLY A YOUNGER SABO NEW TO THIS DISABILITY.

Also in social settings this can be super tiring as in loud spaces all that noise is going into one ear and can make hearing one person trying to talk to you directly nearly impossible and rather overwhelming, that’s why I find the Luffy being loud enough to hear in a crowd delightful. There’s no strain cause Luffy is just that loud. But like. Ya know, War zones are pretty loud. And when you’re reaching your stress and social battery limit and you suddenly can’t seem to hear your best friend over the sound of canonballs? I’d be pretty damn close to tears too Sabo.

Also for a short while kid Sabo was probably easily snuck up on at least till he adjusted cause he can’t tell what side people are coming from. And when you get jumpscared cause you didn’t hear someone multiple times in an hour? It makes you feel like ASS

OH!!! Another juicy thing you could use is stripping him of his sight (as in a blindfold or a dark room) and forcing him to rely on his poor hearing to navigate. He can’t hear what’s going on and when you’re stripped of your senses it’s very easy to panic since your body can’t readjust itself.

Dude there is SO MUCH ANGST TO PLAY WITH.

Anyways as a little fluff palette cleanser: The revs obviously learned to adjust to their chief of staff’s disability and Sabo’s personal transponder snail wiggles when it’s ringing so he can know it’s his snail ringing not someone else’s. Any snail given to Sabo must be trained for this.

Ok fr though I hopes this helps! Feel free to ask more about this or ask me more specific things when it comes to your writings if you’re unsure I am always happy to help!!

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

Extended rant about being poor and disabled under the cut, not really worth reading I just needed to get it out.

Hope everyone’s having a decent day

Listen I’m disabled unemployable massively in debt and have exactly $0 in liquid funds and no sizable assets. Unless you count physical assets. Like I could sell my body I guess. Ugh. Anyway throwback to that one time like an hour ago when I at least had a iPad to use. It was from 2013 so I knew this day would come. Can’t believe it lasted this long. And I know I should be extremely grateful to even have a smartphone, but I cannot use my phone as a computer the way most people do. I cannot hold onto my phone that long. I can’t look at such a tiny screen that long. I can’t crane my neck down for that long. I can hold it up level to my eyes but I can’t hold my arm up that long either. It’s not practical or sustainable. Plus my smart phone won’t last forever. Then what will I do? Without access to the internet? Yeah yeah touch grass nobody had internet for millennia blah blah blah okay but now we do. Now it’s a basic necessity. You need internet to do pretty much anything adults need to do nowadays in order to be an active part of society. I agree it’s fucked up but it’s real. I cannot get to a library. I don’t have friends in walking distance (or any distance for that matter) I have no access to using the internet for more than a couple minutes at a time. Im writing this post in segments over the course of a whole day. I keep coming back to it because I can’t think about anything else. I legitimately don’t know how to remedy this situation.

Not that this is a remedy but I want to inflict suffering onto anyone that’s ever said money only causes problems or doesn’t buy happiness or the best things in life are free or any of that classist bullshit. Two hundred dollars is pocket change to so many people but a little refurbished tablet would change my life right now. I hope every billionaire lives long but suffers endlessly and unfathomably until they die.

Also I hope my dad and his wife are really enjoying their fully refurbished three story three bedroom two bathroom home complete with a sunroom a heated deck/screen porch (yes different from the sunroom) heated floors in every room a garage big enough for their two brand new cars a little Vespa & a whole workshop plus a cute little stone patio with a fucking water feature pond fountain thing that they don’t even see that much what with their practically monthly elaborate getaways and international vacations every year. Fuck I hope they are really fucking enjoying themselves. Meanwhile I have to decide if I want to cut back on food and medicine for a while to save up for a device I can access the internet on.

Anyway. Ignore this I’m just really fucking tired, sooooooo unbelievably fucking tired, of being poor and disabled. Big fucking deal I know I’m so far from the only one. I know I still have so much that some people don’t have. And I’m grateful. But…fucking hell. Poor and healthy would be fine. Poor and disabled but still employable would be fine. Disabled but financially stable would be fine. Disabled with adequate support systems would be fine. My piece of shit grandfather finally fucking off and dying and leaving me something to live on would be cool. I’d kill for any of these. But poor and disabled just feels like someone is beating the fuck out of me and every few minutes they stop for just long enough to help me up and let ms pull myself together and there’s a momentary glimmer of hope until they go right back to beating the fuck out of me. I feel like eventually I won’t be able to get up or pull myself together anymore. I don’t fucking know.

Anyway at least I have a place to stay!! At least I have something to eat!! I can make tea if I want!! My eyesight is going slowly enough that my glasses are still usable!! The fact that I even have glasses in the first place!! The fact that I have any clean water at all, even if it only stays hot for three minutes. I can still take a shower. I have books to read. There a lot of ways in which my body and mind have not yet let me down. Honestly how dare I complain about anything I guess??? I don’t fucking know how I’m supposed to feel

[chronicpaingirlie]

endlessly frustrated by the hoops disabled people are forced to jump through to ‘prove’ they deserve help & to receive it.

i can’t work because of my disability. i’ve explained this to so many doctors and insurance/benefits reps, and im continually told that without proof, i can’t get help. my food stamps will be taken away soon if i don’t get a doctors note ‘proving’ that im physically unable to have a job. if i didn’t have insurance & the ability to get a doctor appointment, i’d be fucked.

even now, im going to have to play the part of the poor suffering cripple convincingly enough that my doctor will give me a note so i can afford to eat. im so tired of being made to ‘prove’ myself over & over in order to receive any sort of accommodations, and all for the benefit of abled people who care more about weeding out any ‘fakers’ than about actually helping disabled people.