#temporary disability

[snakebites-and-ink]

I'm struggling with work and a work injury so may I request a drabble? Whumpee gets hurt at work and Caretaker takes care of them? With lots of comfort if you're fine with that ❤️

-- @whumperofworlds

Not my strongest suit, but I gave it a try! Hopefully this is alright.

CW: Work-related injury (strained leg), worrying they're a burden

Whumpee sat on the couch feeling useless. They’d hurt their leg working, and there was a lot they couldn’t do without using it. And using it would aggravate the injury. They couldn’t even move around the house normally.

“Done! All nice and toasty,” Caretaker announced, waving around a hot pack fresh out of the microwave.

Whumpee accepted it, then sighed as the warmth from the hot pack seeped into their aching leg.

“Thanks, Caretaker. I’m sorry you have to deal with all this. I could probably manage to do more of these little things if it’s too much trouble.” Whumpee didn’t say that managing those little things with only one currently working leg would be a pain—They didn’t want Caretaker to feel obligated to tend to Whumpee’s needs if that would be a pain for them instead.

Caretaker grabbed Whumpee’s face on both sides. “Hey, you listen to me. You are not ‘too much trouble’. You’re hurt, and I wanna help you through it.”

“…Okay.”

Caretaker smiled. “Okay. Now what do you think, hot chocolate to warm up the rest of you while the hot pack warms up your leg?”

“The rest of me doesn’t need heating the same way…but you know I’ll never say no to chocolate.”

Caretaker brought them a steaming mug of the delicious drink, then settled next to them on the couch with the remote. They turned on the tv to distract Whumpee from their pains and troubles, and Caretaker insisted Whumpee get to choose what they watched.

[a-rare-askblog]

Here's to all my homies who have/had temporary disabilities. It's hard to know where you are and where you stand. You don't want to step over people who have your problem permanently, but you know there is a place for you somewhere. Even when a disability is temporary, it exists in a moment in time. In that moment, you need help, accessibility, even if it won't matter forever. You can't walk up those stairs, read that picture, hold that pencil, whatever it is. And it matters. And you matter.

~ someone whose cushing's decided to thrust what felt like a million different temporary disabilities onto them last year

[cripplecharacters]

Hello! Apologies if I misread anything and break a rule, I don't believe I am!

I was wondering about a character with superpowers and whether or not they would be considered disabled, the power in question being regeneration. If a character can regenerate a lost limb, but it takes numerous days or possibly even months to do so would this character be considered temporarily disabled when the limbs are lost, or would the fact they'll regenerate nullify this completely?

I've found a few answers, and the general consensus seems to be no but I was hoping I could be provided with a more specific answer, thank you!

Hi asker,

Nope, you're not breaking any ask rules.

I am inclined to agree with the general consensus that the character in general wouldn't be considered disabled.

However, it is in a way similar to breaking a limb. Obviously it's not exactly the same, but it is similar in that for X amount of time, the limb is out of full commission and is slowly regaining function but it isn't a 0 to 100 situation. This can be considered a temporary disability.

I know you want a very specific yes/no answer, but that's a little harder to do with things that aren't possible in our world.

But if you ask me, personally, I would consider it to be a temporary disability.

Hope this helps,

– mod sparrow

[freedrinksandbadadvice]

Ouch

I am in an unfamiliar town traveling for the eclipse, and on Saturday I went for a walk with a friend and tripped on a heaved sidewalk. My hip locked and I fell, luckily to the boulevard side so I landed mostly on grass. It hurt a lot, and I sat for awhile before determining nothing was broken and I could stand up, but wouldn't be able to walk back to where we were staying. My friend called her husband and said we needed a ride, and he picked us up. In the immediate aftermath I iced my hip, took ibuprofen, and took a hot shower and did some gentle stretching. It was pretty obvious to me I didn't need to go to urgent care, but one of my friends was skeptical and consulted a doctor friend of ours, who agreed but told him danger signs to watch out for that would indicate I did need to get checked out.

But by evening I was thinking about how I was going to handle the rest of the trip, not to mention getting home at the end, and quickly realized that the answer was to go buy a cane. And I'm not sure I would have realized that if I hadn't been listening to disability advocates online talking about the importance of normalizing mobility aids for several years now. So in the morning we swung by a pharmacy, I picked up a cane, and it hasn't really been a big deal. I move a little slower than my friends and can only carry things with one hand. But I brought a crossbody reusable shopping bag, because I usually do on vacation, so I can shove stuff in it. I thought about requesting assistance at the airport tonight but my hip's been feeling better every day and I'm walking almost normally for short distances, so we decided to check our bags instead of carrying on and I'll be fine with my cane.

So this is a general thank you to people here and elsewhere who've been open about their disability needs, and particularly @yespumpkindoodlesthings who's both talked about her own supportive devices and put them in her fiction. I probably won't need the cane for long this time, but I wouldn't be surprised to need it again some day, or some other device, and it's good to know I can just do that and it's no big deal.

[bones-glitch]

I've slept with an ice pack on it, but my foot still hurts. Still no idea why. The cane is the only reason I was able to go to work and not limp all the way through. I was surprised how much it helped.

[a-rare-askblog]

okay but this hit last August when I was like "hey can a part time semester count as full time im like crying in the club one month out from brain surgery" and my university was like "nah dawg you won't be recovering forever" like bitch TRY being in my body

disabled enough my fat ass smh

[3liza]

ugly neoprene foam plastic tacky mobility aids are a form of disability oppression. to me

[vaard]

After 7 years in the same mog, I'm finally retiring Vaard from the 7th Legion set and retiring him from the Stormwind forces as a whole. He's finally getting that coffee shop and moving to a more basic adventuring armor set that I can show off later once I get the last pieces for it.

Lore-wise it probably happened around the end of BFA after getting injured in a Warfront, preventing him from cannonically going to Shadowlands. That 6 year downtime between that and Dragonflight's a good enough time as any. I've been thinking about it for a long while and that stretch of time feels right

I'll get a reveal and sketches soon! RNG needs to be kind on me for this last belt in which only the vault can help me with.

[alpaca-clouds]

On the bright side: Hospital now gave me a wheelchair. One of those unruly hospital things. But at least it allows me to be mobile again, rather than lying in bed all day. (Because if I am trying to stand/walk, I get super dizzy and nausious.)

Ironically: Yeah, I knew that there are folks using a wheelchair because of those symptoms before. Technically I was using a wheelchair like 14 years ago for a few weeks for the same reason. But it really is quite... horrifying to recognize how you can easily just fold over just because your brain does not get enough oxygen.

Though the even bigger irony: Due to having contact with so many wheelchair/mobility aid activists, I know all the tricks.

Last time I mostly had my then-bf push me around, now I am fully able to navigate and everything on the wheels. Even in the stupid hospital thingie.

For anyone wondering: Yeah, I am in the hospital right now. I fainted on Sunday and got taken to the hospital by an ambulance. The second time in my life that I got to a hospital with an ambulance and sirens. Hurray.

I probably have a pulmonary embolism... Like, all my lab works and stuff is saying: "This is a pulmonary embolism." Only problem: They cannot find it in the CT.

And I am frustrated. Because... Like, let me just have the medication?

Last time I got into the hospital with sirens, I fainted at a tent on a festival and the folks at the festival just gave me: "Well, let's put any medication into this guy that could feasibly help the situation." And honestly... I would prefer that right now.

[seatrisa]

Stranded

@linked-disability Prompt 1 - non-mobility disability equipment

This is part of an event for disability pride month. There are several prompts to encourage diversity and representation of disabilities in Linked universe Summary: Warriors and Hyrule are stranded on Time's death mountain when Hyrule overheats. Warriors does his best to care for him despite their limited supplies. Stranded - Seatrisa16 - The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms [Archive of Our Own]

Warriors sighed as he gazed out over Hryule. The view was lovely. He could see for miles in every direction. The rolling fields, the small villages, lakes and rivers. It was breathtaking, but that wasn’t why he sighed. For all the things he could see, it was what he couldn’t see that bothered him. He couldn’t see a way off this forsaken mountain.

Warriors wiped the sweat off his brow with his right hand. On top of everything else, it was so hot. What he wouldn’t give for some shade. The rocky mountainside only seemed to reflect the heat back at them. He could see it distorting the air around them.The dry air irritated his scars, even as he dripped with sweat. He had taken off his scarf and some extra layers, even his chain mail but it didn’t feel like it was helping much. He hated being so exposed but he knew how deadly the heat could be. “Something wrong?” Hyrule asked. Warriors could hear the exhaustion in his voice. His chest constricted with guilt. If Hyrule was alone, he would be halfway down the mountain by now. Between his various spells and the fact that he could actually climb, the mountain didn’t cause the other hero difficulties it did for Warriors. 

“Just enjoying the view.” Warriors flashed him a grin before picking a direction and walking. He prayed this time, they wouldn’t have to back track.

Unfortunately, this trail ended in a sheer cliff just like the last one had. Warriors silently cursed to himself. If it wasn’t for his stupid hand, they wouldn’t be here right now. His disability didn’t normally bother him, but times like this were frustrating. He could do most things still with the help of aids. He could still fight, cook, write letters, even doing his makeup wasn’t an issue, but there was no way he could climb a cliff face, at least not with the equipment he had on them.

 Warriors turned around, plastering on a smile in a vain attempt to hide his dejection from his companion. The smile disappeared as soon as he realized Hyrule wasn’t behind him. He looked wildly up the path, hoping to see the Traveler. How long had they been separated? If Hyrule had been attacked, he would have heard it, right?

Warriors ran up the path, ignoring the heat that tried to sap his strength. He needed to find Hyrule. He’d never forgive himself if something happened to him. He was very glad he had taken the time to strap his sword to his hand before. If Hyrule was in trouble, he wouldn’t have time to adjust it later.

Warriors rounded a boulder and finally saw him. He was sitting on a rock with his head in his hands. He didn’t appear injured, but looks could be deceiving. He learned that lesson the hard way far too many times during the war. People that had appeared uninjured had died hours later. He wasn’t about to make that mistake again.

“Hyrule.”

Hyrule jerked, his hand instantly moved to his sword. Warriors inwardly winced. He should know better then to startle a Link, even a Link that might be unwell. No, especially a link that was unwell. They all tended to be more jumpy when they were hurt. Thankfully, Hyrule  relaxed upon seeing him. He released his sword and signed. “Sorry. Just needed a minute.” Warriors couldn’t help but wonder if the younger boy was stressed. He often was when he resorted to sign. Warrior quickly forgot that concern when Hyrule stood up and started to sway.

Warriors grabbed his arm to steady him, careful not to stab him in the process. Knowing that Hyrule disliked touch, he released him after it seemed he wasn’t in danger of falling anymore. “Hey, not so fast. Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine.” Hyrule protested, but Warriors wasn’t buying it. They were all dismissive of their conditions at the best of time. If Hyrule was unsteady on his feet, he was anything but fine. As he looked more closely at Hyrule he could see the flush that covered Hyrule’s skin. He noticed the glistening shine of sweat on his brow. His hair was plastered to his head and his tunic was drenched.

Warriors frowned. These were clear signs of overheating. Warriors cursed himself for not noticing earlier. He’d heard the weariness in his voice. And He should have noticed him lagging behind. Such obliviousness was unexceptable. He glanced around. The boulder he had just passed gave a little shade. It was hardly ideal but it seemed that was the best he could do at the moment.

“Let’s move you into the shade.” Warriors said. “Can I support your waist?” He thought that Hyrule needed the extra support, but wanted to get permission before touching him. It didn’t take that much energy to ask and seemed to mean the world to Hyrule. It was the least he could do.

Hyrule gave him a weary look. “What shade?” He signed, before adding. “I can walk.” Warriors was doubtful but wanted to respect his wishes. He had stopped swaying at least. “By the boulder” Warriors hovered by the boy as he walked, ready to catch him. Hyrule’s movements were unusually sluggish and slow. The only times Warriors had seen Hyrule so exhausted was when he overextended his magic. Warriors didn’t want to think about the last time Hyrule had done that. It was too painful

Hyrule’s leg buckled. Warriors quickly grabbed him around the waist, whispering apologies as he did so. He felt bad invading the other’s personal space, but he wasn’t about to watch the boy fall. Worryingly, the traveler didn’t even protest as he guided him the rest of the short distance.

Finally  they reached the shade after what felt like eternity. At least Hyrule hadn’t fainted on the way there. Unfortunately, there was far less shade then Warriors would have liked. Only Hyrule’s torso  was covered and that was with him sitting up with his back against the stone. His legs were exposed to the blazing sun

Warriors pushed that matter aside, There was nothing he could do about the lack of shade. He had to work with what was available.  “Have you been drinking enough water?” Hyrule was still sweating buckets, they would need to start replacing that.

“We need to save it.” Warriors sighed, and he rummaged through his bag with his free hand. He understood the thought process, even if it was flawed. Considering the traveler's world, Warriors couldn’t blame him. They were going to have to have another talk about the traveler’s need to hoard supplies but now was not the time. He’d heard of people dying of exposure with water still in their bags because they were ‘saving it.’ He didn’t want that to happen to Hyrule, meaning he needed to help him cool down before things got worse.

Warriors grabbed out a bottle of water and handed it over. “Drink it slowly.”

“That’s yours. You’re going to need it.”

“You need it more right now.” Warriors insisted. The Chain’s self-sacrificing could be rather annoying at times. He’d never realized how much his own attitudes might have bothered Impa and his other companions until he traveled with this group.

He kept an eye on Hyrule to make sure he was drinking some water while he messed with the straps holding his sword. Warriors undid the clasps and buckles with practiced ease. It didn’t take long to free his hand and sword. Hyrule still seemed hesitant to drink, but that was probably a good thing. He likely would have thrown it up if he tried to drink it all at once.

With both hands free, Warriors could now act. Hyrule looked like he was about to fall asleep against the rock. Warriors gently took the bottle and placed it aside. “Hyrule, buddy, you can’t fall asleep, we need to remove some layers.” None of his clothing was particularly think, but he still had on 2 layers. It would help if they at least got rid of the overtunic.

“But it’s cold.” He signed with a petulant look on his face. Warrior’s eyebrows shot up. It was not a good sign that the boy’s heat regulation was so messed up he couldn’t tell it was hot anymore. “You’re overheating Hyrule.” Warriors said in what he hoped was a patient tone. “Let me help you take off your tunic. Hyrule looked like he wanted to protest, but didn’t have the energy to argue.

Warriors pulled his scarf out of his bag and soaked it with the water in the bottle. He momentarily worried about using up so much water. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much of choice. Hyrule’s skin was so warm and sweaty. He was worryingly tired. Warriors feared what would happen if he didn’t do something.

He wished he had the Vet’s ice rod. It might be too cold to be ideal, but the heat around them could fix that fairly quickly and it would have been an easy source of water. He sighed. This thought process was pointless. He’d have to make do with what they both had.

Warriors continued to care for Hyrule, rewetting the scarf and laying it on his legs. He made sure to check for his artery first to allow the cooling to be as effective as possible. He used the traveler's tunic to cool his neck. That left him with only one bottle of water remaining. His heart constricted. He knew the Traveler might have more water, but he doubted it was enough. He wasn’t sure what else to do. His training had never gone over what to do if there wasn’t enough resources available to cool the affected person. Warriors rummaged through the traveler’s bag and found two bottles of water. It wasn’t much but it bought some time at least. “Don’t waste all this water on me.” “It isn’t wasting it.” Warriors insisted, almost desperately, “You’re as important as anyone else.”

“I have dolls. I’ll live regardless.” 

Warriors heart just about stopped. His mind flashed back to the last time the traveler had needed his magic dolls. It had been his fault that time too. The assailant wouldn’t have been there in the first place if it wasn’t for the war he caused. If he’d been more aware of his surroundings, if he’d been faster, if he had told anyone where he was going, the Traveler wouldn’t have been so desperate to heal him. The traveler wouldn’t have used up everything to save him.

And now Hyrule was wanting to do it again. He never would have been in this position if Warriors had two working hands. If Warriors was more prepared rather than depending on Wild’s endless resources. He should have known better. He should have been more mindful of his companion. This was all his fault.

“Please just drink it.” Warriors begged, his voice thick with unshed tears. Hyrule took one look at his face and took the bottle.

…

Hyrule was getting worse. Warriors just didn’t have enough water to help him. He knew he needed to replace the clothes around Hyrule’s shoulders and legs, but he didn’t have enough. There was only one bottle left and even he had to admit it was better to save it at this point.

Hyrule’s face was beet red, showing the heat that radiated from his skin. He wasn’t even sweating anymore. His skin was dry. His breath labored and his pulse erratic. There was nothing Warriors could do at this point.

Warriors blinked back tears. Tears wouldn’t change the fact that he had failed Hyrule again. Hyrule was going to die and it was once again his fault. The scars on his hand itched, irritated by the dry heat. It was a constant reminder of his failing that had gotten them in this situation in the first place. Even knowing Hyrule would be back didn’t lessen his guilt. It never should have gotten to this point.

He forced himself to stay still as Hyrule’s breath slowed and eventually stopped. It took all his strength of will not to pull the boy into his arms and weep. He knew that Hyrule would come back disoriented and frightened. It would make things worse if he felt restrained.

For a moment, Warriors could have fooled himself that Hyrule was merely sleeping. Or he would have if he hadn’t seen that dreadful stillness far too many times in his lifetime. He knew the look of death, he seen it take many of his friends.

Then Hyrule’s bag stared to shake. Warriors knew that if it was darker, he could have seen it glowing. Hyrule’s body must be glowing as well, though Warriors only noticed it because the shape of the shadows changed and the shade disappeared. The redness slowly disappeared, replaced with healthy, hydrated skin. Warriors barely suppressed a sob when he saw Hyrule take a breath.

Almost as soon as he was breathing, Hyrule was on his feet and reaching for a sword Warriors had removed. It took all of Warriors training not to grab the boy into a fierce hug. But that would have only added to his growing panic when he realized he was unarmed. “Hyrule, it’s okay.” Warriors said calmly with his hands up. Hyrule jumped on him and held his hand out, sparks already flying from his fingers. Okay, maybe that hadn’t been the right approach. “I’m not going to hurt you. You aren’t in danger.”

Thankfully, Hyrule dropped whatever spell he had been planning, but he was still looking around wildly. Warriors stayed still. He wasn’t sure that was the best course of action, but things were already going better then they had last time. He inwardly winced. There shouldn’t have been a last time and he shouldn’t have died again. It felt so wrong that Hyrule was dying enough that Warriors could learn what not to do. It was a lesson Warriors wished he didn’t have to learn.

After a moment or two more, Hyrule seemed to calm himself down enough to sign. “What happened?” Warriors tried, but that question hit him harder then he would have expected. He couldn’t hold back the tears this time. He hid his face in his right hand and started to weep.

He was vaguely aware of Hyrule hovering, seemingly as lost at what to do as Warriors had been only moments before. Apologies spilled from his mouth in a matter that must be almost incomprehensible. He couldn’t help it, once he had started to cry, it seemed the flood gates of all his guilt came crashing out.

Hryule placed a hand on his shoulder. Warrior leaned into the touch. He wanted more. He wanted to hold Hryule in his arms, to reassure himself that he was cool, and breathing and healthy, but he knew Hyrule would hate that. The contact would have to be enough.

Warriors concentrated on hand on his shoulder and slowly began pulling himself together. Hyrule patiently waited for him. Warriors couldn’t begin to describe how much that helped. He took one last breath and looked up.

Hyrule gave a hesitant smile and withdrew. Warriors instantly mourned the physical grounding, but he wasn’t going to force Hyrule to do something he didn’t want to.

“Warriors, whatever happened wasn’t your fault.” Hyrule signed. Warriors started to protest but Hyrule clapped to silence him. “It wasn’t your fault.” He insisted again. “It’s… foggy, but I know you did all you could to help me.”

“You wouldn’t have gotten to that point in the first place if I had been paying attention.”

“I could argue the same thing.” Hyrule signed stubbornly. “I should know better.”

Warrior shook his head. “You wouldn’t have even been in that position if it wasn’t for me.”

Hyrule frowned. “What do mean by that.” Warriors couldn’t meet his eye. He looked down at his hand. He studied it’s scars. The discordered twist of flesh that limited his fingers movement. It itched. Warriors wished it was as simple as straching away the charred flesh so his hand worked properly again.

Hyrule tilted his head up so he was looking at him and firmly signed. “That was not your fault.” Warriors found he didn’t have the energy to protest this time. ‘It wasn’t. It was the portal that dropped here. I chose to stay and I don’t regret that.”

“You should have, you would probably be with the others by now.”

“Warriors, if I had headed down the mountain without you, I would have overheated with no one around to help me. I would have died alone.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m glad I wasn’t.” Hyrule swallowed and then continued. “You were there for me then. You’re always there for us when we’re injured or sick. You’ll stay up all night caring for us. Do you know how many times you’ve saved our lives with your medical training. You offer more then your limits.”

More tears blurred Warrior’s vision. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to be told that. Hyrule patiently waited until his tears were gone before continuing. “Even if you didn’t, I wouldn’t have left you. Your friendship is worth more than the extra time it takes to find a way down.” “But..” Warriors protested weakly.

“No buts” Hyrule said before pulling Warriors into a hug. Warriors was shocked for a moment but he quickly recovered enough to return it. It meant so much that Hyrule was pushing himself to offer comfort. The hug was short but in was enough. The guilt in his heart was at least momentarily replaced with warmth.

[m0nolitard]

I dont wanna be that guy but the way some people draw/characterize Curly Mouthwashing (the very much disabled guy) is pretty fuckin weird. Like some of the posts make me wonder if yall know the difference between disabled people and dogs

[talkethtothehandeth]

You say you’re supportive and understand of disabled people but are you supportive of people who have urinary or fecal incontinence? Are you supportive of people’s disabilities when it has to deal with something like a biohazard or something unsanitary?

[howtobeapersonwithfibro]

If I have to hear the "everyone is dealing with their own tough challenges" argument from an abled person trying to give advice one more time I think I'm going to turn into the joker

[sapphicrot]

THERE IT ISSSSSS

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you say they can’t put telepaths in marvel rivals, yet we have some very credible leaks that jean grey and emma frost are gonna be in the game soon.

that being said, jean has telekinesis (and the phoenix force) and emma has her diamond form. telepathy is all charles has, lmfao. odds are pretty low for him, but maybe not zero if they give him telekinesis!

if yall have me say he got psionic blasts one more time i am going to scream HE HAS MORE THAN TELEPATHY . LIMITED BUT HE HAS IT <- he has gone against sentinels and disabled armies with it before HE CAN FIGHT I PROMISEEE

and technically they did give him telekinesis in krakoa (and very weak telekinesis sometimes before krakoa) so .... not my fave move but he does have that ...... and ig they give him a gun sometimes ........ last resort type shit but he has options ..

[astra-the-dragon]

"how stupid and backwards is it that we evolved so baby skulls are too big for the pelvis, and the infant is totally helpless and useless, and the pregnancy and birth are soooo high risk and messy, most animals can just give birth in some tree and be done, human evolution is soooo stupid"

shut up.

the underpinning evolved trait of humanity, which supports all our other development and technology, is the community. our strong social bonds and our skill at transferring knowledge and delegating work are what allow us to have such weak babies with their soft skulls and hugenormous brains.

next time you see a pathetic newborn baby all goopy alongside its birthing parent who has gone through 9 months pregnancy and then 36 hours labor, but they're both alive and will be cared for - have some astonishment and gratitude that humanity's love for its neighbours is so strong that our pregnancies can be so dramatic and our babies born barely half-baked.