#ableism at uni
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artifactseeker-myr99 · 2 years ago
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Ho boy let me tell you about the time an elevator on campus made my orthostatic-intolerant POTSie arse laugh. I was already wearing compression stockings and had just walked up two flights of stairs.
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Photo of an elevator, the closed door has a pictogram and text on it. The Pictograms shows a person with short hair and a shoulder bag walking up stairs. The text is divided in two blocks. Next to the lower block is a pictogram of a stethoscope.
Text in English, Original German below: “If you decide on the elevator, you miss out on a chance… …to lower your blood pressure.”
German transcript: „Wenn du Dich für den Aufzug entscheidest, entgeht dir die Chance… …deinen Blutdruck zu senken.“
A person in a wheelchair waiting in front of elevator doors that read "Today is the day we take the stairs" in bold yellow and white letters. In the upper right-hand corner of the elevator doors are the hospital and medical symbols.
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acestims · 2 months ago
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Is it impossible for able bodied people to treat me like a person or something?? Either they treat me like a delicate vase that will shatter if they don’t jump out of my way apologising profusely, or I’m just fucking invisible to them. It’s completely exhausting, I know for a fact that they would treat me different if I was walking. I’m not saying I don’t need accommodations, but I just hate when people act like I’m a different species or something.
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privatetyrant · 9 months ago
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Idk if it's widespread or just local to me but I've found a lot of "disability advocacy" shit operates on the assumption that you can or should be able to tell someone's disabled by looking at them.
I'm not saying it makes it bad, but when you take the step from "disabled people get priority on elevators" to yelling at people who aren't visibly disabled for being on the elevator then yeah, you've crossed the line.
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gayvampyr · 2 years ago
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limited excused absences got me like “well i probably have strep but i don’t want to waste an absence on the possibility when i might need it more in the future” 🫠
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hakugreenfinch · 6 months ago
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yea but like they dont tell you how hard it is to find community. like you try to join a big group meant to help people with similar interests find each other and see the most vile shit normalized in the circles you want to belong in.
specifically thinking about the time i mentioned i wanna get into ttrpgs to someone who then recommended me a ttrpg group on fb. that i then left because someone posted a form some dms give out to their players to ensure their games are safe and dont trigger anyone very badly and the general consensus seemed to be "these people are oversensitive and if you play with me you should prepare yourself that your character might get violated or raped"
like... shit like this keeps happening wherever i go lmao
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mosspapi · 3 months ago
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My university: "we're proud to support our disabled students and a hybrid learning environment that's accommodating to all :)"
Also my university: *offers like. 4 online courses total, none of which are even in my faculty much less applicable to my degree* *most of the doors to every building aren't wheelchair accessible or have a ramp, there's maybe one per building and they straight up lock outside of certain hours which NONE of the non-wheelchair doors do* *nearly all the profs constantly go on abt how "if u don't attend every single class you're just gonna fail and that's on you, I won't help you. I refuse to upload any course material or resources online bcuz u need to be here All The Time* *half the profs just straight up don't even acknowledge if you have formal accommodations* *said formal accommodations are nearly impossible to access and require months of appointments with the school plus medical documentation proving ur disabilities etc etc etc*
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minnieposting · 4 months ago
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i think my problem is the autism adhd ocd combo. genuinely
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eldrai · 10 months ago
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the medical schools here are so strict its like "if you didn't get your A-levels within 2 years and you're applying after more than 2 from finishing we don't want you. but we need doctors because ours are emigrating! but also fuck you if you resit or take longer we don't want you"
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sleebyfrogs · 1 year ago
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Raaaargh I’m having a real moment here I hate being disabled I hate being burnt out I hate being affected by my trauma raargh biting people
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reg-cann0t-swim · 11 months ago
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I have selective mutism therefore I use FSL [French Sign Language] to communicate most of the time.
I am going to school for poetry and creative literature, in one of my classes we have to do a public speaking course.
I connected with my teacher ok the subject telling her that well... i don't really talk.
She proceeded to tell me to "Work on your issues so you do not fail this course, have a good day."
What.
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tetedump · 1 year ago
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psychology fact 11
👤 self-silencing is the act of suppressing or obscuring your authentic thoughts, feelings, or actions to avoid further discrimination or harm. 💔 🧠 doing this takes a toll on the person (increased stress, anxiety, feelings of alienation, decreased sense of self-worth, motivation) ❤️
this term was originally created to discuss discrimination, but the same concept applies in abusive situations.
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olskuvallanpoe · 1 year ago
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Skipping Stones
There are rocks beneath my skin, buried within my muscles.
Boulders. Like when you eat something but don’t chew it enough so it sinks like a stone through your esophagus.
These are other places, though. My calves, the middle of my back.
I’m skipping my painting class today because they settle painfully against the wooden bench I have to sit on.
Well, I’m not skipping class, not really. I’m told that missing class due to chronic pain flaring up is a valid excuse.
I’m still not completely sure I believe that—
Or maybe I’m completely sure that I don’t know if I believe it. What’s the difference, really?
Is there any merit to naming the way my chest tightens when the clock strikes the time I would have otherwise left my room?
Once, my brain was really muddled.
(My mother and I refer to this as “pain brain,” and we first noticed it when I couldn’t tell the difference between left and right while directing her through Google Maps. It’s when I’m in so much pain that my brain stops working the way it usually does. I forget things, and everything gets jumbled, even the way I talk.)
I had a class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays that started at nine-fifteen. I had another class on Tuesdays and Thursdays that started at nine-fifty.
I left my dorm on either a Monday, a Wednesday, or a Friday—I only know it was one of those days because of which class I was going to that day.
I got to the classroom at some time suspiciously before eight-fifty (or maybe it was eight-fifty, itself?) and the room was dark.
I checked the time on my cell phone and then had the realization that I must have gotten the time wrong. The class must have started at nine-fifty, not nine-fifteen, since no one was anywhere near the room.
To make a long story short: I ended up missing class and sending a frantic email to my professor, trying to explain the foggy way my brain had dealt with the dates and the times.
It was like I’d put the two times in identical bags, completely wiping the dates from my mind. My muscles told me to go at nine-fifteen, but I didn’t choose that bag to pull from. I pulled nine-fifty instead.
But how do I explain that to a professor without sounding like I need to be institutionalized?
My loved ones worry about me a lot because apparently I push myself too hard.
Sometimes I agree, but sometimes I just feel lazy. Sometimes I feel like other people feel like I’m lazy, and that’s one of the biggest fears of mine.
My disability is rather invisible, and this was even worse before I started using a cane.
I always feel like people assume I’m lying or exaggerating.
Sometimes I even agree with them. Often, I agree with them, actually.
Like when I miss class because of the rocks in my calf muscles but don’t know how to explain it beyond a my chronic pain is flaring up and two or three sorry for the inconveniences to assuage my guilt.
I’m dreadful at describing pain. To doctors, especially.
Like—how am I supposed to know what a stabbing pain is when I’ve never been stabbed?
Is it a bone pain? Dude, how am I supposed to know? For all I know it could be a blood pain.
I don’t really trust medical professionals anyways.
I’ve met maybe one in my life who actually listened to me.
I don’t know how much more of this class I can afford to miss.
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thetimecrystal · 3 months ago
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excelsiorfics · 6 months ago
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After The Fall
Date: April 26 2024 Author: fastcarmp3 Rating: Not Rated Word Count/Status: 3,328 words, complete Dynamic: Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr Tags: No Archive Warnings, Internalized Ableism, First Kiss, Reunions, Angst
Summary: Two men reunite after the end of the world they built together.
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harlowes-home · 7 months ago
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(tw vent. kind of. ends well tho)
Ok I think I've learned a new thing on how my brain works after spending a whole month being kind of normal one moment then having a depressive episode the next repeatedly that might help me going forward.
I spent the whole time thinking I'm just fine one moment and then suddenly self loathing angry and apathetic the next but no, I'm actually ALWAYS self loathing angry and apathetic to some extent. I'm ALWAYS having real shitty thoughts about myself and others, it's just that when I'm able to do things like sleep, have a consistent schedule, an organized environment, yknow your standard mental health stuff there like, there's insulation to keep those thoughts from really hurting and sending me spiraling. They're still always there but it's more like they're just running in the background so I can focus on and think and do other things too.
Like this may already be basic information to other people but I'm realizing I've been beating myself up about mental health forever because I saw "being mentally healthy" as just getting rid of those thoughts altogether and the idea of not being able to made me feel ashamed so this kinda feels like an epiphany to me. Like yeah it's not always easy to actually do the things that give me that insulation especially with school and work sometimes its impossible and thats a problem but the realization that yeah I can really still live with those thoughts and feelings and still manage to be healthy and happy like it's a relief I don't have to rewire my brain somehow which I didn't realize I felt I had to do till now.
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sharlmbracta · 11 months ago
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excerpt(16:26) :
What's relevant here is how this distinction shows how fluidly infantilization can go from the ableism my audience describes to the self-infantilization that oppressors utilize - it's the same thing, it's dehumanization. This is what Freity speaks about when he says the oppressors and oppressed must both be liberated. They are both engaged in the process of dehumanization. The oppressor seeks to gain power from this dehumanization. The oppressed are abused in this process and left powerless. Neither are allowed to be fully human in order to maintain the structure of power.
(edit: i just watched the entire thing and the realizations this gave me -> this is very important especially for people like me)
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