#ableist family

[thevoidshere88]

So....

Today my mother my big sister n her bf were making ableist jokes....

And I called them out for it but got ignored.

Then after a bath confronted my mother about her ableist language and jokes she made.

Of course ableists get defensive when called out.

YOU ARE NOT A ALLY OR SUPPORTER OF SPECIAL NEEDS / DISABLED PEOPLE IF YOU MAKE JOKES ABOUT RUNNING YOUR CHILD OVER IF BORN VISUALLY DISABLED YOU ARE NOT!!!! 🚫👎🏻❌

[pineconepie]

Platonic yandere doctor? Like he’s had his little for a while but he’s just fed up with them trying to leave so he uses a more permanent solution to the problem of them trying to run away (take that as you will)

I hope this is good!! Its slightly different than what you asked, but if people want I cand make a part two of them trying to escape!

TW: Platonic/parental yandere, drugging, gaslighting, kidnapping, infantilization, slight ableism(?), psychiatric wards

...

You've been seeing Dr. Warren as your doctor for... wow, how long has it been? Several years now. He's always been a kind guy, and sometimes he'd break past that overly polite, professional demeanor and let his soft spot for you shine through.

You liked that about him.

Sometimes, when there wasn't anybody in the waiting room but you two, he would kneel down to give you a little toy while you waited, usually one of those plastic eggs filled with surprise toys or jingling keys or something like that.

You always thought it was a little strange how the doctor was giving you children's toys, but you tried not to overthink it.

There were some other weird things you tried to overlook, but recently it was getting harder to do so.

Warren would always prescribe you medications for all kinds of things, and every single one of them made your mind feel numb. Like static, almost.

Your appointments became very regular, as well. At least once a week, even if nothing felt wrong.

And he'd give you a little plastic medicine bottle filled with gummy vitamins every time you went in.

You started to notice how instead of actually checking your health, he'd cuddle by your side and just ask how your day went, almost acting more like an over-caring therapist... which, he did technically have his degree in both psychology and medicine, but still, the lack of any medical care was suspicious, especially coming from the usually very professional doctor.

"Um, Doctor Warren?" you nervously ask, fiddling with the toy he gave you today, a little green caterpillar with bright colors on its back.

"Hm? What is it?" he asks while marking a few things off on his clipboard.

"Well, uh..." you swallow down a lump in your throat as you work up the courage to ask this. "I've noticed that our sessions lately haven't been productive. And the medications you give me make me worse. I wasn't even having a lot of issues until I started taking them. It's like they just make my mind foggy... and I always feel so sleepy, and my coordination is off..."

"Those are just the side effects," he reassures. "That's why I wanted you to come see me regularly; to track any changes or side effects."

"But I don't think the side effects are worth it. And these constant check-ups are annoying, no offense," you mutter.

"None taken," he says calmly. "The check-ups are for your benefit."

"Yeah, but..." You rub the nape of your neck. "I think I want to see a different doctor... if that's okay."

Suddenly, the warm aura radiating from him grows cold as the man glares at you, dark eyes sending a chill down your spine.

"Do you trust other doctors more than me?" His voice comes out icy, stinging you like cold water.

Your heart pounds. You open your mouth to speak, only to be interrupted again.

"(Y/n). You're mentally and physically ill. Your judgement is too clouded by your conditions that you can't recognize proper care. I'm trying to help you get better. Can't you see that?" He runs a hand through his hair. "You need constant monitoring, love. I'd consider yourself lucky I haven't put you in inpatient care." His expression changes, like a light bulb goes off in his head. "Actually, would you prefer that?"

"No, of course not!" you cry out. "Please don't-"

"Why shouldn't I? It's for your own safety," he says matter-of-factly. "You can't even tell what's good or bad for you. Your condition is worsening."

"Because of the medication," you retort.

"That's just the side effects. I explained this already."

"Why would medicine that's supposed to cure me make me worse?!" you yell. Tears well up in your eyes. "Why won't you listen to me?!"

He looks like a parent dealing with their crying toddler; confused yet confident they'll get over it eventually. "Hmm... I think you need a nap."

"A nap? What, am I in timeout now?" You fold your arms across your chest like a pouting child, realizing a little too late how funny the doctor probably finds the gesture.

Warren gets out some medical supplies: a needle and a vial. Filling the syringe with a clear liquid from the small container, he turns towards you and grins menacingly. "This'll only take a moment..."

Before you can stand up and try to run away, he plunges the needle into your arm.

You cry out and flinch away, but not before all of the syringe's contents empty inside you. He holds you against him, shushing softly in your ear as you sob until suddenly your eyelids grow heavy.

He keeps you firmly tucked in his grip, and you find that you're unable to move, paralyzed by whatever substance he injected into you.

As soon as he sees you drifting off, he lies you on the bed and rushes out, yelling something that sounds too far away to hear.

...

When you wake up, you see white walls all around you. Blinking your eyes, you look down at your clothes to see an outfit totally different from what you had been wearing when you were in Warren's office. This looks more like hospital garb.

Speaking of which, where was Warren?

Turning your head weakly to the right, you notice you're attached to a heart monitor, the wires running to sensors on your chest and fingers.

You struggle to prop yourself up and sit properly on the bed.

Warren walks into the room. "Good morning! Or, should I say good afternoon?" he smiles teasingly, closing the door behind him. "How are we feeling?"

"I'm feeling like you drugged me! What am I doing here?!" Your throat feels like its on fire, but you continue trying to speak regardless. "Can't you talk to me without having me admitted to a hospital?! Oh god- please don't tell me I'm in the psychiatric ward..."

"You are in the psychiatric ward, yes," he confirms smoothly. "But don't worry. I pulled a few strings to make sure you got the best care." His voice dips into something softer, almost affectionate. "I even had them set up a private room for you. No noisy roommates, no prying eyes—just me, looking out for you."

A chill runs down your spine. This isn't normal. This is too far.

"For what? Telling you I wanted to see a different doctor? For wanting to get off my meds?!" You glare.

He doesn't seem too bothered, pulling out a clipboard. "Well, it says on your chart you attacked me with scissors during our last meeting when I wouldn't give you prescription opioids. That's pretty serious."

"WHAT?!" Your jaw drops. "You liar! That never happened!"

Warren feigns worry. "Oh, sweetheart..." He caresses the side of your face. "You poor thing. Those delusions have you again, huh?" He shakes his head. "I don't know how to tell you this... but you have a problem. A very, very severe one. Which is why you need constant surveillance from someone trained to handle people with your particular condition."

You blink away tears blurring your vision. "This is crazy. You can't do this to me."

"Baby, I'm not 'doing' anything. This was all in your best interests." Warren moves closer to you, rubbing circles into your skin. "You're sick, (Y/n). I've been your doctor for multiple years now. Why would I lie about this?"

You sob harder. You want to believe him so bad.

You trust him, and it's always been easier to follow along with his suggestions rather than try to fight or argue back, but...

"You like treating me as if I'm a baby. Does that have anything to do with this? Or why the medications you've given me make me feel like I'm regressing into a toddler every day?" you spit out bitterly.

He sighs. "That's because you have the obvious mentality of one. The regression isn't a result of the drugs, (Y/n). It's your disorder acting up." He pushes some strands of hair out of your face. "If it helps any, I like taking care of you. Really, I do. I've never considered myself a parental person until I met you. You need me, just as much as I need to be needed by someone else. Like you."

"I'll tell everyone you basically kidnapped me," you threaten. "They can look on the security cameras for proof I didn't do anything!"

He clicks his tongue, chuckling. "I might have accidentally deleted the security footage from the day. Oops," he adds innocently. He kisses your forehead. "Now, get some rest, kiddo. Papa will check on you in an hour. And please don't try anything bad while I'm gone; otherwise, we'd have to add assaulting an orderly or nurse onto your file... We really don't want that, do we?"

All you can do is stare dumbly up at him as the words sink in.

Yes, Warren could definitely get in trouble for this... but who's going to believe you when you've been labeled a danger to yourself and others with a laundry list of mental health disorders, prescribed enough pills to tranquilize an elephant daily?

No one.

He leaves with a final, "Be good," shutting the door with a soft thump, leaving you alone, staring after him long after he's gone.

[butchvaderkin]

thinking about anakin's line we don't have to run away anymore as a motivation for anakin's actions. yes, he was mostly focused on "saving" padme from death, but there's less discussion of what he envisioned for their lives together after. rule the galaxy together, sure, but i think we don't have to run away anymore is a deeper and more tragic cut.

there's little exploration in ROTS of how anakin conceptualized their lives post-baby, mostly that he was avoiding confronting the issue. we know padme wanted to run away by the end, but anakin would understandably have found this an impossible prospect. he's the chosen one, maybe the most important jedi to ever live, he's functioned since childhood as a political tool, this isn't just his duty but his destiny. palpatine offers anakin a possibility for saving padme's life, yes, but through suggestion, also offers anakin the only attainable possibility for remaining both the chosen one and padme's husband. the father to her child.

i spend a lot of time thinking about how anakin was never allowed to use his love for his family to empower himself and his contributions to the galaxy (until ROTJ obv). its not just anakin's romantic love that palpatine weaponizes but his familial love. the promise of it. i think this is also why i find effective thematic continuity between the prequel trilogy and andor, as andor deals with many of the same questions. do you fight for the benefit of your family? or must you relinquish your family for the good of the fight?

what might that choice do to a person?

[laikabu]

ppl r still fighting me on that senshi thing lol idt people understand that this is a medieval society. even if the readers don't consider a character unmasculine because he's soft/weird/nurturing, the characters in-universe are not as progressive as the readers. it's really not that hard to understand

[batwynn]

I’m about 60% sure my grandmother’s twin brother was intersex and it maybe even had something to do with my grandmother’s ‘hormonal problems’, but I’ll never be able to know for sure because like many families it was hidden away like a deep, horrific secret shame. Just as my great grandmother’s sister was quietly lobotomized and no one was allowed to talk about it other than to say how much ‘easier she is to manage’. Just like my grandfather’s sister’s kid was quietly shuffled away as her progressive disease got more disabling, and just like that same sister hiding herself away after becoming disabled due to an accident. Just like my mother’s cousin just… kind of being ignored when she became disabled, left to deal with it by herself. The ablism is baked in so deeply that I have no real idea where a good chunk of my inherited health problems come from because it was forbidden to talk about them, never mind treat them properly. How much longer could some of these family members have lived if they felt comfortable enough to tell someone else about their health? If they’d been allowed to even aknowledge mental health stuff? How many of us down the family tree could have avoided so much suffering, ourselves? We’ll never know. The deep family secrets… are all just normal ‘your body is doing some shit’ things only hinted at in drunk conversations and whispers behind people’s backs. Because being sick or a bit different has been so socially unacceptable that my own family members would rather watch you die alone than ask you what you might need to survive.

[cringefail-clown]

Kankri singlehandedly making the Homestuck fandom to this day think Mituna says slurs because nobody actually paid attention to what he was saying was his sweet revenge for fumbling Latula

it was literally wild reading openbound for the first time already knowing the fandom consensus that mituna says slurs and is the 4chan filth personified and getting to his part and its an alien word equivalent to cracker. and kankri explains that. and you can tell hes offended bc it pokes fun at him and his behavior if you read between the lines. why are yall taking kankris words at face value. KANKRIS. cmon

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

As a kid my family used to make fun of me for stuff that is apparently exclusively reserved for “old people” like rolling across the room in a rolly chair to grab something (instead of getting up and taking three steps) or sitting down at a table to do quick food prep like cut fruit or scramble an egg (instead of just standing at the counter for 90 seconds) TURNS OUT what they called laziness was just disability all along haha TURNS OUT I just needed a mobility aid yet here I am today still without one because they gaslit me into believing I was “just lazy” and it took me decades to finally understand that’s not true. haha who knew

[homehauntsyou]

im trying to figure out the right way to articulate this but the way that people interact with / write fics abt disabled characters is very interesting to me (especially as someone who used to be able-bodied and is now an ambulatory wheelchair user) because like. so many of them are about either 1) a character becoming disabled and then being miraculously cured or 2) the disabled character having no other purpose than to be taken care of. and don’t get me wrong i enjoy hurt/comfort fics SO much, but it does feel a bit weird when the only ones with disabled characters are about them being endlessly grateful that they no longer have to be disabled or them essentially being used to show how great an able-bodied character is. there’s a level of autonomy / personhood that the disabled character is almost always missing and, while sometimes that is the point of the fic or part of the central themes, most of the time it’s not really a deliberate choice on the author’s part and more of an unintentional slip into internalized ableism.

[prowrestlingindustrialcomplex]

Damian: Hey, don’t do anything to ruin my match, you guys. Like the way you ruined my parrot.

*cutaway to clubhouse*

Damian: *shows off parrot* I just bought this yesterday. Isn’t it beautiful?

Finn, Dominik, and JD: *to parrot* Slut, slut, slut, slut…SLUT!!

Parrot: SLUT!

Damian: !COÑO!

[sukibenders]

When it comes to Penelope I feel like a lot of her fans take any valid criticism towards her and turn it into hate, which does her character a disservice. While some people do hate on her, a lot of it holds valid reasons. Admitting that she has hurt many people isn't wrong because she has, it's been shown on throughout the show and the impacts it can have. From labeling Daphne as "unmarriageable" during her first season and events that followed, her labeling Eloise as being part of a group of rebels, the terms she used to describe Kate [and Simon]-- which carried racial undertones no matter how you try to spin it, who didn't even know personally at that point, what she did Marina. All of these were very harmful and to say that none of these characters should feel angry, that they should just forgive Penelope without any work put into it is very laughable (especially because she's still writing as Whistledown and put many, namely women, at risk during a time where reputation is everything--something in which Penelope herself faces). With this being said, criticizing her actions, at least for me, doesn't come from a complete place of hate but more so from believing that she can be better if she puts in the work. By ignoring all that she's done and having her get her happily ever after so easily in the end, to be honest, would ultimately feel lackluster. I feel like she still has room to grow, but it will take a lot of work and, I personally, think seeing her renavigate who she is with who she wants to be outside of Lady Whistledown would be very interesting.

[wokeleftistmob]

Despite figuring out all the ways that certain cats are related, I don't actually really care about incest in the Warriors series. I just like figuring out the family tree because it's fun.

[deoidesign]

I’m a trans man that recently got diagnosed with hyper mobile eds, so now seeing Steve makes me extra happy, because cool disabled ftm rep. Thanks for making the radical dude bro, he’s funky.

same disability (waving hand emoji)

Always extremely fulfilling to know my work makes people happy in some small way, it means a lot. Thank you for sharing with me

[choices-binglebonkus]

Every time the MC in The Royal Heir calls it a miracle that she’s pregnant (yes, she does it multiple times) I roll my eyes so damn hard.

Like. Girl.

You are confirmed by a medical professional to be fertile, healthy, and tried for less than a month before successfully conceiving. You are a queen/duchess and have access to the best and most prompt healthcare in the world, as well as an incredible support network and an army of staff and servants devoted to caring for you throughout.

Not to mention there’s been an estimated 80-117 billion people born on the planet. Getting pregnant has been done billions and billions of times.

So how in the hell is it a miracle?

[waywardsalt]

congrats moonpaw on having a genuinely interesting and memorable design but sorry about your parents being literal first cousins

[maryasmorevna]

another anti-dany post from someone with a sansa pfp, another blocked user 💃💅

[qoldenskies]

What were the parts in caged lungs that you needed to take breaks from? you mentioned it a few times so Im just wondering

oh hell yeah i love talking about the process baby

there were a couple of moments that i had to sit and like ruminate on when i got the IDEA for them (like raph kicking the door when donnie called for him and leo yelling at him to shut up like that... it hit so different. also the moment in the bathroom, because i really wanted to capture and properly portray the GENUINE FEAR FOR HIS LIFE donnie was dealing with) but for the moments where i was legit like "okay yeah i need to go do something else right now this is too much for me" it was these three

things that made my jaw drop when i WROTE IT so i can imagine some people mustve had similar reactions when they read it... honestly with the first one it was just the AUDACITY of making fun of him for being in so much pain like that, especially since they were intentionally lying to him ..... its like they brought it up as a coy joke for each other, its such a cruel thing to do right after that scene and how terrible it was. and for the other two i assume its obvious (my wrist actually ached in sympathy for a while jesus)