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I think therefore I am ❓
(I lipsynched "I am" did you notice did you notice did you notice)
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Logan Sanders Angst!! I repeat Logan Sanders Angst!!!
(Logan is literally me)
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everybody LOVES byakuya!! (its literally just me)
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Happy disability pride to the undiagnosed, underdiagnosed, and misdiagnosed. So much talk and community are centered around certain diagnosis, or even just having any kind of diagnosis, but for many of us getting there is so hard, and we're often blamed or silenced both inside and out of disability community based off whatever label a doctor decided to apply or not apply to you.
No doctor can understand you and your body better than you do.
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When I say “school should be disability accessible”, I don’t just mean we need handicap rails and EAs. Kids should be able to miss a day without failing out of school. You shouldn’t be dismissed from clubs because your attendance record is “spotty” (true story). I once missed an entire week of school because of a terrible, unending migraine. I was expected to keep up with my studies despite the blinding pain that came with working on my computer. When I heard my teachers say that you couldn’t miss exams, I asked what I would have to do to be excused from them. Their response? “Either get a doctor’s note an hour before the exam or death of an immediate family member.”
I cannot express how rigid this expectation was. First of all, with my condition, I wouldn’t have enough warning about my sickness to go to the doctor and request a note. For many people, this is exceptionally difficult, especially with the current shortage of medical professionals. Next, it ignores the fact that my schedule may not line with theirs because of my medical needs. Once, I had to visit a hospital a province away (which I was on the waiting list of for over a year) on the same day as an exam. I begged my mother not to take me because I was so nervous that I would be marked as an automatic fail. I was lucky enough to make it work, but that’s only because of my spectacular support system consisting of family members and wonderful doctors.
Disabilities aren’t always about needing a bus that can accommodate wheelchairs. It’s already difficult enough for many of us to maintain school attendance without the harsh punishments involved for skipping a day. We need to be able to miss school without being punished. Only than can you claim that the school is “accessible”
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Fifteen years ago, every nerdy British girl I knew was in love with a man on the telly because he had floppy hair, and got dressed up in eyeliner and tight trousers and flimsy shirts, and rubbed a pistol down his chest, and was frequently half-naked.

Today, every nerdy British woman I know is in love with a man on the telly because he was sad and pathetic and constantly on the verge of a breakdown on a game show.

The past is a foreign country. People never change.
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There’s a lot of excellent examples of the difference between a million and a billion, but here’s my new personal favorite from a conversation I had today:
A million minutes ago was April 2021, the height of the COVID pandemic.
A billion minutes ago was November 121 CE, the height of the Roman Empire.
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