#it feels fucking dehumanizing none of you were here nobody knows what happened in these walls

[pictureday2005]

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[wherelibertydwells]

How about a little background. I'm from the wrong side of the tracks. My siblings would have stolen railroad tracks and sold them for scrap. When we left the farm, we went to the trailer park. The trailer park was, naturally, on the wrong side of the tracks. I wore hand-me-downs and Goodwill clothing. I was a high school dropout who moved out at 15. So I'd seen the bad side of living in the US. I remember my dad sending me in to buy 10 cent candy with a $1 foodstamp so I could give him the change. We did that till he had enough gas in the car to take me to school and he could get to whatever job he had at the time. Or to buy booze. Whatever. So, I'd seen the bad part. It wasn't fun. I enlisted, and the Army was great. When you lived in a trailer with a leaky roof and shoddy electrical and drove a car that you epoxied the passenger door shut, and went to bed hungry on the four days before payday, well, the Army is the fucking life. I went to Europe. Assigned to West Germany. I liked it. Then the Wall fell. Now, West Germany was a modern nation. Luxuries everywhere. Plenty of food. In accordance to the independent streak I still had, I had moved out onto the economy as soon as S2 gave me permission. I wasn't a barracks rat. There were places to see and people to fist fight. When I went into East Germany, I saw East Germany through my own biases and colored by my personal experiences. And I was suddenly glad that I was born on the wrong side of the tracks in America. That girl I mentioned? I knew she was only fucking me to get access to the PX and maybe hoping I'd take her back to the US with me. (Hah, those titties may have been like POW! and that ass may have been like BLAM! but I ain't taking you home) I didn't care. Don't look down on her. Don't you fucking dare. She was East German. Her father had been taken away when she was a kid and she never saw him again. She had grown up, many times, without heat, without food, without decent fucking clothing. She sat on my couch in my little apartment looking at my photo album and asked me what my parents did that we were so rich. My family. She knew what it was like to not have heat in the winter, or have the roof leak, or be evicted from her home. Only it was different. We were evicted because booze was more important than rent. Her family was evicted for 'reasons' she didn't know. Just it was after her brother got arrested and vanished. Like father, like son. Touring East Germany was like touring one big trailer park. The factory parking lots full of rusting junk? Yeah, seen that. I asked what was being made. She just shrugged. They weren't allowed to know. She worked there. I met her neighbors. I listened to them. They told me things about living in Communist East Germany. Learned to hate the Stasi just like they did even though they had vanished into the dustbin of history. Well, were being swept away. I knew about police brutality and excess from being poor white trash. Nobody will kick your ass in the interrogation room like a cop who knows your family can't afford a lawyer. But they aren't allowed to kill you. Not so with the Stasi and the rest. The apartments made me sad. Her apartment made me sad. I had more room and better living conditions in a Cold War Era barracks on top of a frozen fucking mountain than she had grown up in. If I didn't pay my power bill, they turned off the power. Her power was turned off, apparently for shits and giggles. Just random fucking times. She told me, and her mother told me, that it was better now than it was before the Wall fell. The power was on more often than it wasn't. The architecture was brutal, simplistic, dehumanizing, and above all, trailer trash cheap. The concrete was crumbly, the windows had gaps, all of it was shit condition. The trailer I'd moved in to for $50/mo when I'd first left home was better than that block style apartment building. My high school dropout in and out of juvie white trash ass had it better than everyone in her building. Bags of potatoes at the Commisary were $2.50 a 50 lb bag. We're talking half of what I spent on a quad-151 and coke with 2 cherries for a 50 lb bag of fucking potatoes. Well, for her birthday I bought some groceries at the Commissary. Nothing major. I wanted to make corn beef and cabbage stew for her. I spent like $30 at the Commissary. Nothing major. I mean, that's like 1 night of drinking cheap well whiskey. (Yes, I used to measure my expenditures by how much booze I could swill down for the same price. Like father like son) The next internet commie who tells you that food was plentiful in the 1980's in Communist East Germany, feel free to beat with a sack of cheap potatoes. Maybe in the city, but I liked my girls from the country. And it was a small town built to support a factory that everyone was forcibly relocated there in the 1960's. Ever been embarrassed by someone's reaction to something you take for granted. See, in the US, corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, all of that is 'poor people food'. Shit you learn to make on the wrong side of the tracks because it makes a lot, cheaply, and keeps for a few days. THeir reactions still embarrass me to think about. I was a farm boy originally before we ended up in the trailer park. "It's just basic food..." went through my head at one point. I'm Irish descent. Potato, butter, and beer, and I'm good. Her grandmother accused me of trying to buy her. Yelled at me till I left. I sat on the curb, trying to figure out just what the fuck happened, when her mother came out, called me a good boy, and had me come back inside. Grandma apparently had a flashback to when political officers would bribe families with food like that and then take the daughters. And that was when things had gotten better and the Fabulous Stalin Rape Fest of 1945-1952 was over. But sitting there, looking around, smoking a cigarette, I saw that while it was just as bad as the trailer park, I mean, it WAS a factory town, the people did their best to make it into home. They hadn't given up. There was faded colors here and there on that shitty cement. The curtains were bright and decorative. Little flower gardens here and there. There were some kids kicking a ball. But it "felt" different. If you're from the bad side of the tracks, you'll understand this... Sitting there, in the sunlight, smoking a cigarette, the Wall is down, the USSR is losing its grip, there had been a riot that took out the Stasi headquarters in Dresden, but there's a certain feeling. It felt like it did in the trailer park when a half dozen cop cars pull in, blocking off the way in & the way out. That few seconds before the cops get out of the cars looking for a "person of interest". There was nothing to really cause it, not that day, but it was still there. And there was this "gray" feeling to things I guess, that went along with that subtle feeling of dread. I got it, sitting there. Knowing that you're powerless against the State. That the powerful can do whatever the fuck they want to you and nobody will care. Hell, they'll be glad it isn't them if they don't snitch to avoid being looked at too close. It was Communism that had pushed them this far. That had taken the German people, who only had 43 years of difference between their Western counterparts, and done that to them. No beer fests. No fests no pay phone on the corner, no corner butcher, no store full of food, none of that. It had all been robbed from them in the name of collectivism. All funneled toward Moscow and the powerful. No checks and balances. No "equal before the law" that the US at least gave lip service to when someone might be looking. The whole fucking country was the wrong side of the tracks. That's Communism. Dividing a country in half * turning half of it into a goddamn trailer park. Worse than a trailer park. Compared to them, I was lucky. And that makes me mad. /fin

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[leah-ocarina]

I see a lot of well-intending people saying aces are perfect angels according to society who never run into problems or get judged, because while we don’t get as much shit as some people, coming from the PoV of a panromantic and disabled woman who knows oppression when she sees it, let’s all just set aside the argument of whether or not Aces are LGBT, okay? Just put it out of your mind! This post is not about that, okay? I just want people to know a bit more about what it’s like, because I see them meaning absolutely no harm, but being a bit misinformed. I’ve taken points from another person who was calm and level headed (and can’t track down the post because I am inept at this website hnnnn), and thought I’d go through them.

Again, put the argument of ‘are aces LGBT’ out of your mind. This is about misinformation and not that— and this is definitely in NO WAY me saying asexuals have it worse or as even bad as/as other LGBT people, because we definitely do NOT. (That doesn’t mean we get nothing though!)

Okay. Now that that’s out of the way, the first few points will be from my personal experiences, and if it’s something I heard from someone else I have it clearly marked, and the numbered points are actual copy-pasted quotes from the person’s post:

1) An asexual person is not going to get dehumanized and beat up for not having sex

•Physical violence—Actually yes. We do get beaten up. We also are victims of corrective rape. •Dehumanizing—Dehumanizing is 90% of what people who know I’m asexual do. Things I have heard to me personally from multiple people (and from what I’ve seen, other aces hear the same things):           • Inhuman monsters.           •Nobody will EVER love you because of this. You’re unlovable in every                 way if you stay asexual (as though I can just change it 🙄)           •It doesn’t matter whether or not YOU want to have sex if your partner                 does. Suck it up           •You need to go to the doctor and get fixed           •You need to go to therapy and get fixed           •You’re broken and if you don’t go to the doctor, I don’t even know what to           do with you

         •If you say you’re a sex repulsed asexual/decide to never have sex (🙄) nobody will want             to date/be with you. You’ll be alone forever and you’ll deserve it.

      People verbally bullying us all the time with the intention of dehumanizing us       is literally the main problem I’ve experienced.  •A common one we get is that we’re really closeted gay people and we’re lying to ourselves that we have no sex drive (file under, large groups of people push that asexuality is a myth) •You’re confused and need to suck it up and have sex once so you’ll be cured (side note—also usually the rhetoric attackers use/directly say when corrective rape occurs) •You’re just a moron with a medical condition (I am disabled but none of it effects my sex drive) •If you don’t like sex you don’t even deserve to live because what else are you here for And again those bullet points are just what I’ve heard from multiple people of different backgrounds, and I’ve only identified as ace for two years

2) and if they do, it is less normalized than gay and lesbians getting beat.

•It’s almost like you don’t hear about it often because people tell us to shut up and stop being attention whores so we don’t talk about it as much, and when we do it doesn’t spread as far because less people with relevant blogs (exclusionists) reblog/share it 🤔🤔🤔 •Just because you haven’t heard about it often does not mean that it doesn’t happen often. This is not a popularity contest.

I know one may not think about what that quote actually means, but it invalidates violence/bullying against us NOT by saying it doesn’t happen, just that it’s less important than the other groups. I know you guys mean well, but you can’t really deny it 😕 If it counts for them and not for us that means when it happens to us it’s less important to you—if you disagree please do explain how saying it counts for one group and not the other does not make it less important! Seriously! I want to understand! I just can’t see how “it counts and is impactful to my opinion of them, but not for you” can be taken a different way.

^^^ Also to be clear I mean the exact way it has been phrased here and not the general rhetoric. The normal rhetoric is that it doesn’t happen as often (which it doesn’t) so it doesn’t count. (Debatable, but not what this post is for. Take that argument to the reblogs of another post or one of its own.) The rhetoric in this quote is that even if it happens (which also implies this person didn’t even check 😒) it’s less normalized (which I assume means they hadn’t heard about it) and since they didn’t personally see it that’s why it doesn’t count.

3) If you don't have sexual attraction, cool, but the differences still exists. There are cultures and religions who praise those who stay with abstinence.

•What they actually praise is waiting for marriage. I never experienced this because I don’t go to church regularly (they’re all hellfire and brimstone where I live so I don’t bother 😑), but since looking at asexual tags and such, I’ve seen a bunch of stories from different, otherwise unrelated people that if they tell their priest, etc. they’re ace, they get lectured about how no. They HAVE to have sex after they’re married because that’s the way God intended it to be. You’re required to, and not doing so goes against God. They genuinely throw fits about it and try to get you to change your mind. I was floored when I found out and even more floored when I saw how many people have experienced this (a few said they were saying they were ace in response for calls for abstinence and got an earful), but it seems like they want you to either never have sex because you devoted yourself to God (nun, etc.) or because you waited. After your married though, you’re expected to and judged for not having sex.

4) heterosexuals who call people faggots will call asexuals.. virgins.

•You must have a pretty tolerant group of people you interact with, because that is definitely not what we normally get called lmao. Normally we get called broken, freaks, mentally ill/crazy/someone who needs to take their pills (I’m serious), inhuman, monsters, unlovable, and honestly they just use asexual as the insult too. Like “You don’t know anything you asexual freak!” They’ll point, laugh, look around, tell their friends, then they join in and repeat. They also call us “losers who can’t get laid” [and are making an excuse]. I have never once been referred to as just a virgin in response to my asexuality, and I’ve never seen it anywhere online either. I’m tryna stay as neutral as possible, but this one is just straight up incorrect/really rare.

5) A bonus-- not something I heard from the same person, but still really important----Sexuality is about who you love, not how often you fuck.

This one I got from someone more hostile, and I’ll it admit I was a little baffled by this. This is not the case for all asexuals because it is a spectrum, but I personally am sex repulsed and could never be in a long term relationship with someone who is going to expect sex out of me. Asexuals like me (of which there are many) are extremely limited in who we can be in a relationship with because we need to find other asexuals (which btw causes a lot of mental distress because it makes us feel extremely broken and unlovable). This very clearly determines who we love and saying otherwise is...well if after you read this you still think that way it’s just willful ignorance if I’m honest. :\ Again this was not from someone level headed, but I thought I’d include it to explain it to other people who think the same thing! 

So thank you for coming to my Ted Talk lol. I’m not trying to fire up exclusionist battles or arguments about whether or not asexuals are LGBT, I’m just trying to clear up some of the most common myths about asexuality I see.

[gncrevan]

i said i'd make this its own post; so anyway some thoughts i would like you to consider when judging @skagra3482 's fundraiser/condition:

what stands out to me is that nobody ever produces conclusive evidence that angie is scamming. all you have is some doubts and rumours that have been addressed by her before. you’re absolutely correct that she has been raising funds for a long time, yet somehow nobody has been able to find any evidence she is a fake. it hasn’t turned out that she used someone else’s pictures, no relative or friend has come out to say her story isn’t real (in fact everyone who has come forward as having been in contact with her personally or knowing her outside tumblr has corroborated it!), nobody has found a secret blog or other social media account of hers where she’s telling a different story, all “holes” that have been claimed to exist in her narrative are either based on misunderstandings (like different diagnoses for the same symptoms meaning she’s lying) or are simply bogus (like every person on the internet with her name is her). so honestly she would have to be a really fucking good scammer and catfish, in which case she would also be more than able to avoid any of the things you criticize her for. if she is a scammer, that means she’s too clever to be found out for literal years, but if you are able to “expose” her based on her own posts that means she’s too dumb not to make obvious mistakes. you really have to pick one of the two

you all expect her to do ridiculous things like produce content or sell things when she is barely able to move, set up a live stream/youtube or go on television when she has been stalked and harassed and doesn’t deserve to have her privacy invaded like that, not to mention she cannot be expected to do the amount of work necessary for proper videos in her physical state. being disabled and poor and dependent on donations doesn’t suddenly mean people do not have a right to privacy anymore. would you like to turn yourself into a zoo exhibit? it’s humiliating and dehumanizing to show others how bad you’re doing. i wouldn’t go online and share videos or photos of myself during a flare, when i can’t wash myself properly, when my flat is a mess, when i feel disgusting. it’s absolutely vile to demand that angie should do this, especially considering you could still claim the material is fabricated. who stops anyone from making their flat a mess, making themself look a mess, lying down in bed and filming that? are you expecting her to show how she’s being cleaned or something similarly humiliating and invasive? seriously.

i don’t know if none of you ever had a family member or friend who needed round-the-clock care, but i did, and it’s expensive. i live in germany, which has a social security and health insurance system far far superior to that of australia, but even here barely anyone can afford in-home care. the only way to get it at least partly financed through insurance is by going through a lot of bureaucracy to apply for a certain level of care (Pflegestufe), but it’s incredibly hard to prove you need it. my grandma was unable to dress herself, go to the toilet, shower on her own, get out of bed on her own, walk more than a few steps, and was completely disoriented and a potential harm to herself due to dementia, as well as suffering constant neurological pain much like CRPS, but we never got her to the level of care where all her disability expenses were covered. nobody paid for travel to or from doctors, we still had to pay most of the fee for the nursing home she stayed at. why? because she sometimes had a good moment when the investigating people from the insurance visited, or because they simply thought she was exaggerating. we tried for years. her entire retirement fund was spent on the care, and her children still had to pay a lot more, and my mum drove her to doctors on her own charge. do you know what happens to people like my grandma who don’t have any kin to do these things for them? they die. they deteriorate and die. they might be lucky enough to go to the hospital and then die in a clean bed at least. there’s no fucking safety net if you don’t have a family or friends who pay for your care/take care of you themselves.

speaking of nursing homes: they are under-funded and under-staffed and over-crowded. the home my grandma was at had really nice nurses, but they couldn’t take care of a single patient all the time. so when the dementia became bad, and the pain was bearable for her, my grandma would undress herself and sit in the cold for hours. she would defecate in her bed because nobody took her to the toilet in time. this is not a worst-case scenario, because at least my mum visited her frequently and the nurses did check on her when they could. but there have been cases of homes leaving patients alone for days, not feeding them, giving them the wrong medicine or too much or too little or not giving them any when they needed it, physical and sexual abuse of patients, the list is long. this happens all the time. i know many people who work in healthcare and they all can tell you about such things happening. considering the amount of bad experiences and medical abuse angie has already endured, and that homes aren’t automatically equipped to deal with cases like hers, and that it would mean giving up the limited independence she has, and that there isn’t anybody who could fight on her behalf if the home does anything wrong, it is absolutely not an option for her. that is why she needs her own disability-appropriate housing and private care.

i’m multiply disabled myself, and there are so many hoops you have to jump through to get what you need, and so much help you need. i cannot imagine how i would survive without the help provided by my mother and boyfriend, especially when i have a medical emergency or a flare. it took years of worsening symptoms and months of being almost bed-bound until i even got a diagnosis and started treatment. at first i had to pay for some of my medicine out of pocket which amounted to several hundred euros in only a couple of months. i am incredibly privileged and fortunate to live somewhere with pretty good health insurance which covers all my meds by now, so i only have to pay for my supplements and whatever devices i need to make my life easier. i am also forever thankful and in debt to the people supporting me financially, socially, medically, legally. without that, i doubt i would be able to work and do my apprenticeship. and, like, my physical illness is a lot less debilitating than angie’s, but if i didn’t have health insurance and social security and people helping me privately, i’d be in immense debt and under a lot of stress that would aggravate my condition and make me deteriorate, and i wouldn’t know how to survive in the long term. so yeah, angie’s situation is absolutely dire, and the problem with any long-term condition is that you have to deal with it all your life and you don’t stop needing help and care and money. like, sorry, but i cannot imagine that anyone who is intimately familiar with the consequences of being severely and constantly disabled would think her claims don’t add up. they unfortunately are absolutely consistent with my own experiences and cases i know first-hand.

[olympus-summit]

Ready Player Zero || Charon + Mina || Trial 6.2 || Re: All

(cw: themes of dehumanization, loss of agency and cloning discussed)

“Let’s see, where do I begin? Right, what happened two trials ago. Now that you’re aware of your status as artificial intelligences, you should know that computer viruses wreak fucking havoc on people like us. And that was no ordinary virus, no. In her time at the Summit, Pandora had many nasty little tricks and surprises to keep the councilors obedient, and I really thought I'd gotten all of them when we deactivated her.” Monty grumbles, walking over to flop onto his gamer chair. “In her push to escape for the very last time, she unleashed what I’d like to call Pandora's Box.”

He shrugs. “On the nose? Sure, but now you’ve also had first-hand experience with their effects. The overwhelming pain you were feeling was her trying to force you back under her control, erasing any agency you might have had over your mind and limbs. Had it run its course, you’d all revert back to become loyal, docile and submissive councilors, making any and every excuse of the Summit to continue the way things have been for over the last century. So... you’re welcome, by the way. Can nobody get a fucking thank you around here?”

The roboticist, exhausted, pinches the bridge of her nose. “You can do a good thing and still hurt people too. You haven’t given them any reason to thank you. Need I remind you that you acted antagonistic to make us despise you? That includes your misguided attempt in sparing myself from self-hatred once I learned the truth. Though... I’ll thank you for the explanation, Monty.” The woman sighs, in a way far more world-weary than someone her age should consider possible. “If you’re really an erstwhile pupil of mine, then I trust you to stay objective. I may no longer look like that ‘crotchety’ old woman or have her later memories, but I think I’ve taken the fast track into that development.”

Charon groans, tossing up his hands in surrender. “Alright, objective, got it. Sorry. Anyways, Pandora. The big boss around the Summit until about two months ago, and a nasty piece of work. I should know, I created her. Or will create when I get to twenty-five, which I did a long, long time ago.” He rolls his eyes as he consults his iRis. “In my and/or his defense, based on the contract details I was able to unearth, Titan Administration offered Montgomery a blank-check to ensure that his family was made for life, in exchange for working a third year at the Summit, as a staff member this time. They needed a quick and practical solution to their councilors unexpectedly dying, and you already know how that turned out.” 

Glancing towards Shinobu through his shades, he continues. “It was supposed to be only temporary. They needed a proper council to fill in the blanks, and none of the council of 2100 wanted to stay the full extra year when they had plans back home. So instead, we picked eighteen of the most prolific councilors who had ever served and then made AIs out of them to be their replacements. At some point, Titan Administration realized that they could hold a fucking monopoly on their Council spots, as long as they just kept cloning councilors that were popular with the public and explained nothing to us as their glorified meatbags, other than what our purposes were for that year. They’d take over determining the fate of the world through us. Pandora was meant to be their overseer and link to the world, a self-learning and omniscient presence that kept them all occupied. Kept them distracted.”

He turns his attention from Shinobu to Nemesis. “Under her management and Titan Administration keeping things on the hush, they made the whole world reliant on the Summit and its legion of artificial councilors - not that we would have known the difference. And because they were under her control, nobody questioned it. Nobody could be made to question it, not even with code - you might be the most prolific hacker around here, Nemesis, but you would have never offered to tackle it in the condition you were in before. You would have just shut me up the normal way."

Charon finally stops talking after getting in one last opinion. “That’s what the Summit would’ve been for you. That’s what the Summit was for me. You know what I’m talking about, right?”

The roboticist lifts her head, sending a glance around the room to those knowing of the situation and not. She sits up.

“Mhm. That’s your tenure in the previous Summit with Prometheus, I imagine.” The scientist breathes deeply, fiddling uncomfortably with the frayed strings of her sleeve. “Just so you all know, Monty -- or ‘Charon’ -- had already existed for a year prior to our revival. Upon Pandora’s virus destroying him, the information he held about Titan Administration, his bevy of modifications on-board I’m still uncoding, and his memories of Prometheus were all lost. We’re only granted the memories that we would have had entering into the Council so long ago. For that reason and more... we needed him as he was back.”

She looks around the room, showing sympathy for her reeling peers, but fatigue at what the past few days have been like.

“I apologize that I didn’t consult the Council on finalizing his decision, but at this point that’s… more a gripe with myself that I’m willing to take up with you all at a later point. I won’t entertain debate on that right now unless it's relevant to Prometheus and Epimetheus’ identities. F-For the sake of staying on-track.” Her gaze lands to the center of the room, a frown pulling at her lips.

“It’s funny, really. Even over a century since my death I still can’t avoid getting tangled in things far too great for me, or being cheated and lied to at every turn,” the worried crease in her brow softens into something gentler, “You have the right ideas, you just need to put it together. I, uhm… there’s a lot I didn’t really hear or have the chance to catch up to yet, but I can clarify more now thanks to the necklace being gone if you just ask.” A brief pause, “...You guys are close so you may benefit more from asking me to sort pieces of the puzzle than asking me for the full answer.”

It seemed like they were done for now, but Charon seems to ponder the thought of asking one more question judging by his body language. “Side note, yeah. You can take control of the Forge. What’s next? What are you planning on doing with it, knowing what you know now?” For a loaded question, it’s remarkably free of mockery, coming from one of the original progenitors.

[simptasia]

ive been fucked up about something the last couple of days. i’ve been feeling a lot of things: anger, sadness, incredulity and denial. like, that denial you get like “it’s okay now, we’re passed it. it’s gonna be fine. it’s just one person”

and i was gonna wait until we finally moved to do this but... no, i can’t

like okay, i need to explain what happened for y’all to get it... okay so, in short, i was... on the 7th of june 2017, that’s two days ago now, two days ago i was on the receiving end of ableist discrimination. because i’m autistic

it’s a long story and i can’t give you every detail, because it’s been days of phone calls with lots of people, but i’ll tell you what you need to know

my mum and i are moving, in fact, we’re buying a house. and this requires lots of paper work and real estate people and lawyers. i’m required to go to every meeting that needs my signature. this has been going on a couple of months now. and yeah, it’s been hard for me, i have chronic fatigue and this has been messing with my sleep patterns. but i’ve been doing it. when i want something bad enough, i will do it. it’s important. i understand what i’m doing

so two days ago, after like 98% of the work has been done (like, seriously we are so close to getting our house) we got a phone call from one of our conveyancers. that’s south australian for “real estate lawyer”. i know her full name but i don’t wanna start shit, so i’ll just call her first name: jade

oh, thanks for ruining one of my future daughter’s names, you FUCK

okay focus sapphire.

she called us a week after we’d met her and had our meeting with her. during which i signed papers. remember that now. also remember that i have been signing papers for almost 2 months now. (during this meeting she was really rude to me but i didn’t mind at the time because that’s tolerate as long as she does her job. i just want my house) anyways jade calls us, saying we’re now suddenly required to supply a doctor’s note proving im of “sound mind”

see, between the meeting and this phone call, jade rung us asking us to go back for another meeting and my mum explained that due to being autistic i get fatigued and that makes it difficult for me to go back and forth to her office several times a week. she wasn’t trying to get me out of it, she was just explaining the situation. so that’s why mum told her i’m autistic. and really why not? there was no reason to to be afraid. to think any of this would happen

and based upon that, this woman made a judgement about me. she wanted proof that i was capable of thinking for myself. for understanding what i’m doing

at first, we were baffled and angry. in fact, i lost my shit. we immediately recognised that this was wrong and absurd

later that day, on the 7th, we went to disability SA to ask if this is something that normally happens. we met a lovely woman named jackie. when we told her about this phone call, she was horrified. she told us this is not something that happens. in fact, she’s never heard of this happening. and for the first time in my life, in that office, i felt what it’s like to have an authority figure on my side

lemme explain something: what was being asked of me is proof of “capacity of mind”, as jackie puts it. and such a thing requires a lengthy process with medical professionals and tribunals. jackie also told me that if mum and i were ever to go to one of these things, they’d think it’s absurd that i’m even there

basically, a GP who barely knows me cannot determine my capacity of mind. and, here’s the most important thing, a fucking real estate lawyer has no right to hear the word “autism” and immediately make the judgement that i’m incapable of signing papers. which is something i did right in front of her. in fact, nobody has that right, ya know why? because it’s discrimination. it’s prejudice. 

it’s ableism

and i honestly think a person like this should not have a say in who does and doesn’t not get a house. somebody who hits the internal panic button when anything to do with neurodivergence and disability comes up. it was her job to make this easier for us and she made it nothing but harder

jackie called jade and she had a very long conversation with jade. asking for the justification for this discrimination. and asking for proof that this company has a policy about people like me. jade could not provide this because this company has no such policy. we found out later from phone calls to other companies and the head of the conveyancers that NONE OF THEM HAVE THIS POLICY

there’s no legal basis for this. the head of the conveyancers, the bank manager, the real estate agent: they were confused and horrified too. they were appalled. every person we’ve talked to has pointed out that this is wrong. actually: illegal

so this wasn’t a fault in the system, this was the prejudice of one person

jackie is a patient person and i could hear her getting frustrated with this jade on the phone. we didn’t hear any of jade’s part of the call, just jackies. but it was very clear what was going on. she refused to listen to jackie, she kept talking over her, she could provide no legal basis for these actions. and she felt (she kept beginning her justifications with “i feel...”) that an autistic person should provide proof that they’re of “sound mind” aka that we have capacity of mind

jackie, my bloody hero, tried her best. explaining things calmly, with all the right words. explaining that i don’t have an intellectual disability or acquired brain damage. and she asked the big question: would you do this for everybody?

would she should have done this with anybody? somebody who’s neurotypical?

if i wasn’t autistic, would i have been treated this way? no. i wouldn’t have

she said if i didn’t get a doctor’s certificate, she wasn’t gonna let us continue. translation: “give me a piece of paper that proves you can think for yourself or you don’t get a house.” later, she gave us a condition, that it could go ahead, as long as my name wasn’t on it. (because apparently my name means nothing)

is the utter absurdity of this clear to you?

in her view, i wasn’t of “sound mind” to own a property

and yes, we could’ve just grit our teeth and got the note. but we had to consult some other people about this first and turns out! this isn’t fucking legal! and yes, i still could’ve got the note but the point is: i shouldn’t have to

i was targeted by a single person’s prejudice

i’m actually kinda relieved, because if it was company policy, i would’ve been so sad for any other neurodivergent and disabled people who want to own a home

like, think about the neurodivergent people out there who are nonverbal. or have some other kind of communication issues. or whatever. for example, we have a friend who has schizophrenia and she owns a home. (before we found out otherwise, we’d wondered if our friend had been subjected to this too) 

do our people not have a right to own a home?? EVERY HUMAN BEING HAS THE RIGHT TO HAVE A HOME. but not to somebody like jade, i guess to her people like me don’t deserve it. we’re not capable. we’re not of “sound mind”

because she heard the word “autistic”, she decided i didn’t deserve what every human being has a basic right to. or at least, should have a right to

if you do all the work that’s required of you to get a home, like i have done, then that is you earning the right to own that home. i understand what i’m doing

i feel like... i’ve been treated less than human

and it’s been a long time since that last happened. it was like one of the ableist bullies i meet online, or went to school with... got a job as an authority figure. she’s a lawyer. she makes decisions for other people’s lives. that’s horrifying.

seeing jackie defend me so beautifully, so brilliantly on the phone was an amazing thing to see. brought me to tears. during my life, i’ve had two people defending me: my mum and me. it’s been us against the whole world

but being in disability SA, it’s like entering another world. a world where people like me are treated like people. i’m a person, gosh damn it! i’m a person...

i never thought i’d see somebody in a position of a authority, somebody who works for the government, defend me. care about me. want to help me.

so, yeah, we’re all friends now

anyways this story has a happy ending. because after all this, we accepted that we’d have to keep working with these people. let me be clear, we’ve very close to getting this house. we didn’t want to start all over. and pulling out with jade, we still would’ve had to pay her. (literally thousands of dollars) so, i was prepared to go my doctor’s office and get that godforsaken note.

(i betcha anything if i did, the doctor would’ve been terribly confused because THIS ISN’T A STANDARD TYPICAL THING THAT HAPPENS IN OUR WORLD)

but yesterday, this is amazing: jade... fired us. she said she refused to work with us for how “impolite and disrespectful” we’ve been to her. (yeah, she’s learnt nothing and refuses to learn anything) and we don’t have to pay her anything!

because it turns out, the head of the conveyancers had a stern chat with jade. you’re not allowed to treat clients this way. and being smart people who want to avoid serious trouble, they waved jade’s fees.

long story short: new lawyer, new company, don’t even have to start all over again. everything we’ve done has been transferred. we’re gonna be fine. better in fact, these new people are cheaper. and we made a friend at disability SA

so, all in all, blessing in disguise

but ya know, still incredibly hurtful and offensive. so what’s the lesson here? this kind of behaviour should never, ever be tolerated. it’s dehumanizing

and with luck, fighting back can get you into a better situation

thank you for your time

[cleannation2018-blog]

Pizza Hut Wendys Suit

Cleannation

Vs.

Pizza Hut/ Wendys

T. Andrews has brought  a person pan pizza on friday. Today I order the same thing I order all the time when I am ordering pizza. not at that location but any time i am ordering pizza. Light sauce extra cheese sausage and pineapple.  I wait probably 20 minutes for my personal pan pizza to be made. Just as he comes out with my pizza I smell HIV.  I know what HIV smells like due to past experiences at other stores.  Actually I am in the middle of other suits with other stores due to HIV being wiped on numerous of stores food products and products in general.  Walmart in particular.  I am not a prissy kind of chick that screams at the sight of Mud or dirt or “germs” buts AIDS Is scream kick and yell at obviously and its EVERYWHERE. I Have noticed the aids smell on a lot of products across stores like CVS  7 Eleven WALAMRT SAFEWAY AND GIANTS –THOSE are the stores I frequent on a regular basis.    Reading it may sound hard to believe but I’ve gone to atleast two walmrt stores and been THROUGH a store---nearly every product I picked up has been tainted with the smell. Its gross negligence or PURPOSEFULLY done either way PEOPLE shouldn’t have jobs including the president.  There’s no way a consumer is coming into ANY STORE over the course of two weeks and finding all the products contaminated---- Yet it’s true. How I will never know. I feel like they trying to make it normal. HELL NO. I brought a new product I expect a new product---a risk to every consumer and the CEO of these stores are unconcerned and the president of the United States  is unconcerned.  From here it would appear illegal and negligent like these people are putting consumers in harm’s way especially children who are not paying attention. Adults who are not paying attention. I actually am not eating properly. I’ve been eating sealed products like chips and even that is compromised some days to the point I eat nothing  and soda  I’m starving so I ventured into ordering. At  this point im hoping a camera and needing a job and wanting to stay out of jail will keep people in line but it Is not. I have been advocating that HIV  positive workers be banned from working at stores and due to the contaminated mess Wal-Mart’s store is that they be banned from entering stores all together.  But back to the purpose of the suit against Pizza Hut and Wendy’s they will be included in the same suit as it happened on the same day and in retrospect are connected due to the timeline. Back to what happened on the second of March 2018. Written 3/2/2018. He comes out with the pizza and I smell Hiv. I Ponder for a second.  Then I ask for a refund.  I am angry leaving the store because one Pizza Hut disrespected humanity and myself by hiring HIV positive workers and entrusting them with LOADED guns and NOT telling CUSTOMERS they are hiring HIV positive workers. What you choose to do with your BUSINESS is YOUR business BUT YOU took my right to decide if I want to EAT HERE. You place doubt on EVERYONE walking in the door. AND I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA. I showed you what would happen if I know someone with HIV is working there. The fact that your flagrantly took my rights and choice is spit in your face and take your JOB and your company. And the whole it’s your choice to run your business how you please—is following law. But the law needs to be UNDONE clean people with sense are not eating with PEOPLE or from PEOPLE who have AIDS. You cannot put DIRTY and clean in the same sentence. They need to be removed from working especially around food and clothes and the like. Imagine buying a brand new car or a brand new sofa and someone wiped hiv fluids on the surface. DISGUSTED. And Whats even worse I have to worry if when I say LIGHT  sauce because I HATE tomato sauce or pizza with too much tomato sauce has pissed someone off or scratched someone’s funny bone and someone thought it was funny to put HIV in my food.  Fuck no This is a food place meaning I can customize my food anyway I LIKE. I paid money.  It should be encouraged to show you’re a worthy food place. I’m not worrying about shit beyond did you do it RIGHT you owe me money for you not having common sense. I went to Wendy’s next and the whole way there Im thinking do these people KNOW each other. Call themselves being upset because I don’t want to catch AIDS. And I turned out to be right.  People shoot humanity and human decncy down every day.  I am now an over developed cynist. Turned out to be right. I ordered two double stacks for 1 each and a small fry.  The first burger I opened smelled like Vagina. Think God I thought to smell it.  It was refunded. None of these meals were eaten thank God  but IT DISHEARTENS ME THAT THE world I use to know where WHAT I was going to order is no longer the concern WHERE can I eat safely. Do They LOOK trustworthy. YOU TURN customers into FBI agents.  You take the free civilized  world we live in when you hand it to inferior diseased criminal minds like hiv positive people. It is a HUMAN thought to want to NORMALIZE a disease especially a disease like HIV but it is a crime. The only way to normalize it is to give it to people INFECT people. It is a crime. and I find it amazing you have that much trust in criminal humanity that you are giving people with loaded guns free blank checks and the only security you are offering is a cameras that will be reviewed after someone has eaten a meal. No sir. No MAM It  is the most infuriating THING I one cant enjoy my food but that Two YOU HAVE GIVEN INFERIOR INFECTED PEOPLE POWER. i say the wrong thing on twitter and WALAH my food is being posioned. Thats not a  civilized soceity specifically when   THE WAR HAS BEEN started by criminals and it is A WAR.  When I spend money on food. I expect  to enjoy it not worry I will be picked out because I am black or fat or because I said something on TWITTER about my food being contaminated by AIDS. It is the most infuriating thing that the GOVT is insinuating hiv PSOITIVE people are GOING TO play god and SHRUG if a clean person gets via food or some other criminal activity it. No sir noone will be playing GOD In my life. I live my life the way I do purposefully. I will be getting what i SO. The law and govt are meant to be the consumers eyes and ears. Protectors considering nooone knows everything and most people know some but noone knows everything. The govt has quite frankly startled and disspointed me. My diet is 80 percent dairy. Im a likely candidate to be picked out either from milk  ice cream salad or mayonnaise. Its scary. And those are OBVIOUS food that conceal HIV an food can be wiped with it. Its a scary thought. Are you really saying THE GOVT PASSED A law putting the general public in harms way? I am going to have to stop this, Little ol me a nobody with no secret service.  I'm usually not a politician or someone who goes to bat for things on this level but FOOD is half of my life. I have no choice. ONE of the amazing things about being alive is that we get to make our decidions there are probbaly a billion food items in earth,. In the past two weeks ive been drinking soda and chips. Its a disgusting sad story. I dont have AIDS and Im living like I do. Its the most dehumaning thing I have eevr experienced AND pizza Hut adn Wendys JUST EMPHASIZED MY POINT. tHE aids THING was brought to my atention before Wendys ND PIZZA HUT----brought my spirits down. These people dont have much to live for., Taking someone elses life will not be a hard task. Ist unsettling The GOVT WAS allowing them to work and free access to stores. Its coming to an end. There is no other way.

Relief

 Close Pizza Hut and Wendys adn the sum of its assetts

REMOVE ALL HIV positive workers from employment and remove access to stores