[images ID: three images of a comic titled "one must imagine sisyphus happy" by druid-for-hire. it is a visual narrative beginning with someone with wrist pain (depicted by bright orange nerves) working at a drafting table. the reader is shown the same wrist as the person uses it for many everyday tasks such as carrying a grocery basket, pushing elevator buttons, typing, and doing dishes, until the pain dissolves all the panels into chaos. the person then performs several physical therapy exercises until the pain subsides. they sit back down at a desk with their laptop, sigh, and begin typing. a small spark of pain reappears. end id]
a fun little piece i made during the semester and submitted into our school comic anthology! (which you can buy at the Static Fish table at MoCCAFest in NYC ;] ). it's about artists and injury
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a moment of silence for all us disabled ones who had to watch each of their friends move on with their lives without you and get jobs, go to school, have partners come and go, get engaged and move house etc.
shout out to my fellow struggling people who are still sitting in the same bedroom they grew up in. the ones who can't get a job, can't make new friends, can't find a partner or partners, can't move house and can't go to school.
I hope one day we can all find someone to at least sit with us in our rooms. I see you and I understand... and I'm sorry we can't be that person for each other
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At a Wayne family dinner
DICK: You don't have to hide your powers here
Danny: I'm not trying to hide them, I'm trying to control them
Duke: Wait, I thought you got intangibility two years ago?
Danny: Yeah. It was a lot worse back then. High school is bad enough without your clothes falling off
Tim: *spits out his drink*
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i just want to be held until i stop hurting. i want to feel safe, loved and protected. being alive hurts so much..
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I think the scariest thing about having a chronic illness is you truly don’t know what you’re going to feel like from one day to the next.
Yesterday I was able to shower and stand up for more than 10 minutes and today breathing is hard.
The unpredictability and the sheer fear of having to deal with flare ups and feeling like everything is falling apart constantly.
I am tired.
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The idea that all people are equal should never assume that all people are physically equal.
In other words my membership in this society should never be conditional on my ability to work. I understand many people want to just express that if you work hard you deserve an equal share of the pie. On the face of it, I get it. But you will always be leaving out disabled people who are still humans that exist and deserve dignity whether we can work 8 hours a day or not. Our work doesn’t make us equal, our humanity does.
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I don’t WANT to lie around all day. It’s not “relaxing” or “peaceful” or “restorative”; I’m Miserable.
I WANT to be at my job.
I WANT to hang out with my friends.
I WANT to clean the apartment.
I WANT to FEEL BETTER.
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woke up to news of a friend of a friend (only met her once) getting assaulted and disowned by her family for being trans
and then to people here on this cursed website still acting like the biggest oppressors to trans people being other trans people of different genders
I'm glad you can all have the option to see trans men or trans women or nonbinary people as these masterful manipulators who pretend they are hurt by their oppression to hurt you specifically
because in the real world every trans person is getting fucked over by cis perisex systems of oppression and you got the privilege of thinking your fellow oppressed actually has it a little better
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