a very sincere and heartfelt rant
my life has improved so much since i got a dog..... it’s done more for my mental health than any amount of therapy ever has. she’s a tricky little dog with many issues (we’re working on them, some have improved a lot!), but we help each other as best we can. i used to have crippling social phobia, but because i wanted HER to be well socialized and have friends, i made sure to meet lots of dogs and their owners, and we both got new friends, and eventually, interacting with people didn’t fill me with anxiety anymore. it’s nice to be able to enjoy spending time with friends without the constant fear that they secretly hate me. i don’t think i’m depressed at all anymore? the only thing standing in my way now is the lack of energy, i still get tired way too easily. but i guess that’s normal if you’ve been depressed like half your life? i hope my energy levels will increase with time, although i don’t think i’ll ever be able to work full time if i’m being honest (on account of the autism, not being able to filter sensory input tends to make you tired). don’t think i’ve mentioned being autistic on here before, but i only got diagnosed a few years ago. explains a lot about my childhood tho lol. i’m thinking about switching fields to something other than illustration, freelancing is way too stressful. so i’m trying an internship at a school (teaching is something i’ve actually thought about doing), and it’s going pretty well. if i feel like it’s a sustainable career path energy-wise i might go down that road.
anyway, i’m actually enjoying life nowadays, something that used to feel impossible, and i’m so so grateful for my little puppy that made it all possible
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Ya know what shout out to butches who wrestle with our butchness because we don’t fit the mold in some way. Butches who aren’t physically strong or naturally caretaking because of physical disability, who need to be cared for, who can’t hold open the door for a femme. Butches with long hair, butches with big hair, butches who express their culture via their hair. Butches who’s masculinity is shaped by their culture, who’s masculinity doesn’t fit the white eurocentric mold. Fat butches, butches with curves viewed as feminine, butches who don’t have skinny, boyish builds. Butches who don’t want to be sexualized, butches on the ace spectrum. Butches who don’t have traditionally masculine interests or mannerisms or whatever. Effeminate butches. Butches who take inspo from gay men. Butches who like the occasional dress or skirt. TRANSFEM BUTCHES!!!!! And any other butches who don’t fit a certain mold!! All butches are good butches and we are all valid.
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I think when people think of mental illness and what helps, especially with things like anxiety and depression, the treatment involves pushing yourself. Pushing yourself to get out of bed, to exercise, to take a shower, to go out in public, to order your own food from the cashier, etc.
And because the mental health movement has grown so much, people think that's the default of ALL illnesses. That the only way someone will get better is if they push themselves. That practice makes perfect. That you'll become more comfortable or strong over time the more you do something.
But what people need to realize is, with physical disabilities and chronic illnesses, pushing yourself in most cases is DETRIMENTAL. Pushing yourself past your limits can lead to flare ups or further injury. That's why it's important to know your limits, how certain activities may affect your condition, and learn how to either adapt or get help to complete the activity in question.
Also, most of us are already pushing ourselves. Most of us don't have access to the help or equipment we need. Most of us live in places where we frequently encounter inaccessible obstacles. Most of us NEED to rest.
So please don't try to be our physical therapists or doctors. There are people specifically trained to help us navigate our own conditions and limitations. There are people trained to help us strengthen our body's resilience without causing flare-ups or injury. Do not tell us "it'll be good for you" or "you need the exercise" when we say something is too heavy or too far or when we say we need our mobility aid(s). Your friend with depression may need to be encouraged to get out of bed, but your friend with chronic illness definitely doesn't.
Respect our rest.
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