sorry but saying that the accessibility needs of mentally disabled people are just preferences or about "comfort" is blatantly incorrect. if i can't enter a building because the bright lights and loud noises would send me into a meltdown, then i can't enter the building, and that's not less important than me not being able to enter a building because it's not wheelchair accessible. if you genuinely think that mentally disabled people aren't really struggling, and that it's okay to mock their very real concerns, then that just shows that you've been refusing to listen to their experiences. do better or shut the fuck up.
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public libraries are incredible. i borrowed a violin from mine. i can't read music and have never even held a violin before in my life but sometimes when i listen to music i imagine that i am a virtuoso violinist performing for a crowd of thousands and now i have the chance to actually try one out. FOR FREE. i can renew it up to three times, that's NINE WEEKS of free violin. i just walked up to the desk and asked if i could borrow a violin and the librarian asked to see my card and then i walked away with a violin. support your local libraries, kids.
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how did the april fools boop day go for you ? Do you miss the boop?
I sent out about 4000 boops yesterday and my arms were about to split in half fr!!! (つ╥﹏╥)つ
I was visiting my dad for easter and had to fight demons to restrain myself from eating any more chocolate eggs because my idiot ass just kept vacuuming them into my mouth to the point I felt like throwing up, but the moment I felt fine my brains were immediately like "hmmmmm. maybe another egg won't hurt (:" and that. that was the devil itself talking I stg
Some of my friends sent videos and pics of their Easter bonfires (a Western Finnish tradition) and I wanted to be there so baaaaaad!!! Just watching all the snow gradually melt and form tiny little streams that glimmer around the bonfire is just so 👌👌👌👌 My roomie was back home and apparently there was a huge thunderstorm too over the weekend?? Like a total armageddon tier thunderstorm even tho it was like 3 °C (37 °F) outside????
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we have been having really poor self esteem and frankly just a poor mental state lately and i don't know how to even approach it like. okay. we got out of those house, we came back home, we're back at university. we should be doing better. but we're not, we're just not. we're using substances to a greater degree than we ever have before, we're pathetically lonely, our self esteem is a flimsy roller coaster. i just feel stuck because we can't tell ourself anymore "just wait until the fall, it'll be fine in the fall" because the fall has come and we are doing badly
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things i learned today:
my stepdad doesn't like the word obituary. why? well i can't be 100% certain because i asked no follow-up questions, but based on the way he relayed this information ("i don't like to use the word [lowers voice] oBITCHuary") i have a pretty good idea.
"we have to google meet" (as in, call each other on the Google Meet app) and "we have to google 'meat'" sound identical and i will interpret it as the latter regardless of how little sense that makes in context.
some drinking glasses have a little divot at the top of the handle into which my thumb fits perfectly!!!!!!!!
apparently when you find yourself at a branch of the library that's closing in three days for renovations, you should go ahead and check out all 11 books you have an eye on, because the computer will give you a due date SEVEN MONTHS INTO THE FUTURE. even though you could return the books at any other branch! jackpot.
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the latest aita is making me sad. the teeth one. because like... when i was a kid, i was told to have braces! and that i'd need an eventual surgery! and because i didn't want to, my parents didn't make me.
that surgery would've changed my life. i'm not fucking kidding. i'm pretty sure 75% of my physical disabilities stem from not getting that surgery. and by the time i was able to bring up trying to have corrective work again, i was two years from losing my insurance, and my parents procrastinated. now it seems like a pipe dream it'll ever happen.
i get being resentful of your parents forcing you to do things you don't want to do, but god damn, if mine had actually really pushed me into getting braces, my life would be so much different and so much better.
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OUGH I could have exactly gotten my fucking bus but I thought the next one left in 30mins so I took up my brother on his offer to come get me so I didn't go to the bus stop but to where he can pick me up so I didn't see the fucking bus 😭
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Not so lowkey- I'm decently aware of how much my girlfriends death changed me/my long term mental health. I'm more anxious now, more self conscious. I haven't liked how I look outside of very brief moments, and it's hard to tell if that's from my general mental health decline or if there's something else influencing my dysphoria.
I'm less willing to act for things I want, or even to say that I want them. I type and then delete more messages to my friends then ever. I don't tell people I miss them unless my brain is getting so bad I can't avoid venting some of the steam out. I'll sit next to someone I've known for years, and struggle to look directly at them without feeling like I'm doing something wrong. I want to do things, alone and with others, but I don't ask people if they want to do said things- and I don't really do them on my own either.
Like, I know logically that's all just signs of depression (and *obviously* I've been depressed for the past few months. how the hell would I not be), but. Idk. Sometimes it feels like a part of me is actively trying to curl up and take up as little space as possible. And I'm always a little afraid that I'm not going to figure out how to stop doing so until it's too late, until the people closest to me drift from me because I've stopped being *me*
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