#disability positivity and venting

[atley01]

This disability pride month, I'm left with conflicted feelings.

Whenever I post about disability-related things online, I always try to give my community optimism and hope. I know how much suffering can result from having health issues, and sometimes, you just need a break from dwelling on it. I want to provide fellow disabled people a break from the slippery slope of doom that dwelling can lead to.

But the more I do that, the more that I fear I'm showing an inaccurate representation of disability. That I am painting an image of disability to be something "struggle free all the time and nothing more than a 'unique character trait.'"

Being disabled isn't easy. You're living in a world not meant for you. And you get reminded of that every day. You might think its easier to mask if you're able to, but all that does is dig you into a deeper hole. Sure, I can suppress my tics. Sure, I can mask my autism. Sure, I can try my best to hide my POTS symptoms. I can act like my tinnitus isn't giving me headaches and making it difficult to function in society. I can act like my chronic pain isnt making me want to collapse to the floor. I can pretend I dont need a mobility aid.

Sometimes, though, you arent given the choice on if you hide it or not. And then that whole facade tumbles down. And you're left feeling a mix of embarrassment, shame, and anger. Embarrassed to be seen like that, shame that you may need help, and angry that your body did something against your will, again.

I started working 7 months ago. The first 3 months, I was so happy and proud of myself for being able to have the privilege of holding down a job. By the 4th month, I had some doubts about how long I could hold my job down. Here I am, 7 months in, and Im realizing yet again that I am not as able-bodied as I expected myself to be. The thought that I may have to find a less physically demanding job terrifies me. I feel immense shame for struggling to handle a part-time job physically.

I think what really solidified this for me was when I passed out at my job last month. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but the fact of the matter is I blacked out, and I didn't get to decide I "wasn't going to." That scared me. Or maybe what solidified it for me was when my tinnitus prevented me from being able to understand customers and coworkers. Maybe it was when I had to mask and suppress a tic attack to the best of my ability. Maybe it was when I touched something that triggered my sensory issues, and I was simply too busy to regulate myself, so I had to spend my time dissociating to forget the feeling.

When you're young and you're disabled, it's difficult to be taken seriously. People think you're being dramatic, or they think its something you're doing to be causing all the health problems. "Have you tried changing your diet?" / "It's growing pains." / "Your leg hurts? Did you bang it on something?" / "Give it a few days. You'll feel better." The search for accommodation and validity is made even harder when doctors refuse to listen. Sadly, the medical system is not immune to being abelist. You can't request accommodations if doctors document you as able-bodied.

I have never claimed to be a voice for my community. I am a voice for nobody but myself. Maybe in sharing my Expirences, someone else can feel less alone. Or maybe this is unique to me alone.

Am I proud to be disabled?

I think that in some ways, yes. I am proud of what I have accomplished in spite of my health. I am proud that I have found tools to manage my health. I am proud to say I am a part of an amazing community such as the disabled community, and I am proud of what we've accomplished.

I dont think I am proud of the abelism, shame, or pain through. Im not sure anyone could be. If you are, I truly envy you. I am proud that despite the pain, I push forward. But I wonder if that's an unhealthy habit to encourage. To push my limits and ignore my body, screaming at me to give it rest.

This disability pride month, Im reflecting on my health and how it affects me, and taking the time to be patient with myself. Because Im doing all that I can, I do not need to hold myself to the standards that able-bodied people are held to. That is an impossible standard for me to reach.

Im going to celebrate the small victories. This time last year, I was passing out multiple times a week, and I overall had more tic attacks. Now, my fainting has been almost non-existent, and my tic attacks- while they do still happen - have noticeably been less frequent.

If you made it this far, please be kind to yourself, and happy disability pride month. You are allowed to be upset by the things your disability puts you through. You're doing the best you can. I see you, and Im proud of you.

[spaghettimakesflags]

asexual npd flag

[aethereallynephilim]

2024/12/01

i was so close to being strong, working out, daily steps, helping around the house, carrying shopping. i was so close. so close to feeling the most normal i have and then it all fell down.

it all fell down like a house of cards. i got sick, from the stress in life and now i am back on my arse once again. getting exhausted from walking less than half a mile. it's not like it's hard it's just afterwards i have no energy left.

i was able to start dancing again. i was doing what i loved and now i don't know when i'll get that back. it isn't fair.

i'm grieving again for the fact i thought i had gotten out of the hole but now i've been dragged back there. i have to get back on the horse because i refuse to lose everything again.

so for now, i will cry, i'll bawl, the emotions i have are real and deserve to be felt rather than hidden. but i am going to fight like hell to get myself back again.

a journey of a thousand miles starts with one step.

i just hope that the gods have a plan for me yet.

[babey-lewis]

I wish my health (physical and emotional/mental) was better. I'd really like to take on a little, but I just can't commit to that at the moment with everything going on. I wish life was easier, so we could all be friends and take care of each other.

[the-intersex-experience]

Welcome to a blog dedicated to intersex experiences. We are bodily a mixed poc, disabled, tfemmasc intersex, system. You may call us ᎠᏁᎶᏗ. xe/xem & 🩷/🩷s work for pronouns.

this blog is safe for: intersex tfems/tmascs/tfemmascs. intersex poc, intersex systems. disabled intersex people, good faith/mspec mono labels, pcos being intersex, afab tfems / amab tmascs, honeybee tfems, coffeebean tmascs, milieugender individuals of any kind, cistrans, etc.

This blog doesn't personally want any involvement with: terfs. pro//ship, rad//queer, winter//punk. racists, zionists, or "transintersex" perisex people.

questions / conversations are fine, but be aware we are not a medical professional or expert on everything intersex! we are a young intersex adult that wanted more intersex spaces to exist.

you can send things as "the intersex experience is", "the poc intersex experience is" etc. free to drop that part if you want to be more serious or vent/rant [with proper warnings]. please keep in mind all intersexism, harassment & hate will be blocked.

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other blogs to check out!! @our-transfeminine-experience , @our-transgender-experiences , @our-trans-youth-experience @our-transmasculine-experience

[crip-writing-shit]

you use my stars to construct your constellations

do my scars spell it out for you?

do my legs read;

brave   

or

weak?

strong

or cowardly?

does my story work for you? 

is it neat and well packaged and clean?

is it messy and gritty like all must-see tv?

what do you see in my calendar? 

the hour long commutes?

the doctor after doctor?

or the time I left open for you?

[positivity-for-disability]

Gonna be personal for a moment here, I apologize if it isn't very positive.

I was just declined social security for disability. I have also been stuck in a flare up, and its been storming for a few days now. I have two monthes before I'm kicked out of my current home, and so far everything feels stacked against me.

I don't know what to do anymore, it feels hopeless.

Anyone who would like to, share some good news. Share some hope, anything is appreciated. /nf

[cavswife]

hi do you guys want another rant. the fact that if you block just 3 different ship names the wlw tag on here is almost entirely barren is exhausting. surprise, lesbians exist outside of the same 3 white woman x white woman ships tumblr thinks is somehow enough representation that a majority of "supporters" don't feel they have to do anything more to genuinely support sapphics, more specifically lesbians. that and im tired of when I want to find cute ideas or just be around other lesbians, I have to dig for genuinely 30 minutes+ just to find something other than those aforementioned ships or just gifs of porn made obv for male enjoyment.

[tiredtourettic]

Happy vent!! :]]]]

In 8 months I'm going to be 18. In 8 months I will be buying and using crutches and a wheelchair!!

I'm so happy!! I already have a cane (thanks to my super duper handsome boyfriend) but since my parents don't believe me when i say I'm in pain I can't use it most of the time. My mobility has gotten worse due to not using the cane, and so when I'm 18 I'm going to go to my GP and get a referral to get tested for hEDS and if I can also fibro and POTS, and when I have my diagnos(is/es) I'll use my aids at school as well!

My school is pretty disability friendly, when I applied I had to say if I had any disabilities but since I don't have a dx I said none (my parents were there). But there's a lift and all so that's amazing!

I only hope I won't get kicked out of the course because of my illness, because it's physically demanding (3x sport every week, I wonder how I'm gonna do that..) but we'll see when we get there! For now I'm just gonna allow myself to be happy.

[crazypossumman]

I don’t want to “normalize” mental illness per se, I just want my friends to realize that mental illness is what it is. Yes, it blows. That’s because it’s an illness: often a chronic one that requires lifelong treatment. But it’s not really a “flaw.” It’s a thing that just exists, and it should be treated as a neutral entity. We should look at depression and anxiety in the same way that we look at other mental illnesses and disabilities even though they aren’t often labeled to be as “severe.”

When you’re feeling depressed, it’s not your fault or something you did. A diabetic doesn’t choose to have low blood sugar. They may make other choices that affect their blood sugar, or they may do everything exactly the same that they do every day. You don’t blame or chastise them for having low blood sugar; you treat it to the necessary extent and you both move on. Depression should be treated the exact same way. It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re not a bad, broken, or ungrateful person. You have an illness, and you are suffering symptoms of said illness. It’s as simple as that, and it should be treated just as simply: provide treatment for the symptoms to the necessary extent. Forgive yourself for the things that weren’t your fault. Move on to your better life.

[spaghettimakesflags]

aromantic npd flag

[the-grape-entity]

When a bad day at the end of a few bad weeks turns into being terrified you’re getting worse and terrified you’re never getting better

[itsbumblebunnybee]

RSD might be the worst thing to have when starting a small business could be your only chance at survival

[disabled-queer-culture-is]

Hey @mod, doing ok?

It's been one heck of a year, anon. One heck of a year. New shark dropped tho, very excited about that

[savage-rhi]

.Magenta.

[lousiee]

got my final paycheck 2day and im still surprised i got managerial pay for like 3 of the days