ranting as my dog given right this fine disability pride month (altho i’m feeling more disability shame rn)
my mom asked if i wanted to get smth for dinner and i was like “i don’t rly have the energy to go out but i would order smth for pickup/delivery” bc ik i pushed myself a bit too hard the past few days (today Esp)
and altho i appreciate it bc i haven’t been able to afford to get food anywhere in a Hot minute, i’m like Wow i rly don’t have the energy to call somewhere or even go into a restaurant to pick up food and i’m also just feeling v arfid-y esp around meat and things that might mess up my stomach and anyway i just wish that shit wasn’t so fuckin complicated and i wish my mom could understand how complicated even something as simple as getting food is for me and just like idk offer to pick it up. i hate having elderly parents who don’t know how to function in the world on their own
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