#physical disability tw

[zebulontheplanet]

Just a reminder that people who still live with their parents as adults deserve respect and for you to stop being ableist. There are multiple reasons someone could still live with their parents! From invisible to visible disabilities, finance issues, and more!

Stop using the “well they’re gonna turn into a creep living in their parents basement” punchline! It’s disgusting. STOP. BEING. ABLEIST. STOP. FORGETTING. THE. POOR.

[theamphibianmen]

"low support needs disabled people are often not believed to have a disability at all and therefore struggle to get accommodations."

"high support needs disabled people's accommodations are often seen as 'too much' and therefore are not met."

"neurodivergent people's needs are often dismissed because nothing is physically wrong with them."

"physically disabled people people often cannot physically access buildings and people refuse to do anything about it."

"invisibly disabled people are seen as lazy by society."

"visibly disabled people are ostracized from society."

IT'S ALMOST LIKE THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS A SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE DISABILITY

[mxmorbidmidnight]

So much of what society treats as a joke is just mocking disability. Their idea of lazy is a disabled person trying to survive, whether that be living with their parents as an adult or using pre prepared food. Cringe culture is based entirely around mocking neurodivergent people and their interests. Symptoms and characteristics of disability such as urgency issues, drooling, tremors, tics, strabismus and speech impediments are used as cheap punchlines.

In children’s tv shows disabled characters such as those with speech impediments are treated as a joke, with symptoms of disability being portrayed as synonymous to stupid.

This idea is being taught from a young age in the media and it’s engrained into our language and culture. This goes beyond jokes, it contributes to the alienation of people with disabilities.

Once you start noticing these things you realise how constant and normalised it is.

Reducing an entire person to a punchline is wrong. Using a disability symptom as an insult is wrong. It’s disturbing how normalised it is to not treat people with basic decency and respect.

[chronicsymptomsyndrome]

Can we please for the love of god stop telling teenagers they’re too young to have aches and pains. Can we please stop being dismissive about these things. Fakeclaiming is disgusting period, but it is exponentially harmful to youth. Just because you didn’t start hurting until your 20s or 30s or 40s doesn’t mean every teenager complaining of chronic pain must be lying. I learned the hard way that if kids are invalidated enough about this, they will just learn to accept constant pain as a fact of life. And then they will need surgery they can’t afford in ten years bc it turns out constant pain is NOT a fact of life. At any age.

p.s. same goes for mental health

[heyiappreciateyourshoelaces]

[majaurukalo]

Everytime I hear about a school shooting my mind goes to the disabled students, teachers, and personnel who can’t hide as smoothly as others, whose disability doesn’t allow them to be quiet and still, who can’t run…

I mean, obviously it’s a situation no one should be in but I hope there is something in place to help disabled people during a school shooting.

[crippleswag]

even if your physical disability was caused by something specific you did, you still don’t deserve to deal with all this pain and suffering.

weight gain, suicide attempts, self harm, self inflicted injuries in general, overworking yourself / pushing your limits, not working ergonomically / doing tasks incorrectly and many other things can make you physically disabled and even if it is your fault, you still don’t deserve it. no one does.

[fallenstarcat]

“well it’s good your tests came back normal!”

no. it’s not.

a normal test result doesn’t mean i don’t have symptoms anymore. it just means we’re no closer to an explanation.

i’m still struggling. my symptoms are still getting worse. we just don’t know why, also meaning they don’t take me seriously.

a normal test result is not a a happy thing when disabled.

[mischiefxmuses]

Charles appreciated her understanding. He wanted to be more active, go on adventures outside with his friends and students. He had gotten used to being in a chair though there were moments when it came back how much of a burden he could be. "You are very right." He glanced at the window. "Alright what would you like to learn about."

"understood," barbara stated as she looked over at the other. the last thing she wanted was to feel like she was pushing him to do something he wasn't keen on doing to begin with. that wasn't right; plus he had a point. "you know they adventure doesn't have to be out there." she motioned her head towards the window. "come on, why don't you teach me something."

[thecorvidforest]

just a reminder that insulting the way people speak because it’s “weird” (i.e. too fast, too slow, too monotone, too animated, slurred, etc) is ableist. many of us with intellectual disabilities, developmental disorders, autism, traumatic brain injuries, physical disabilities, and other conditions speak “weird” because of our conditions.

i see posts all the time like “POV you’re talking to that person who talks like they’re in an anime” or “people who speak monotone are so creepy, they’re like robots” or “people who slur their speech gross me out”. it’s ableist and dehumanizing. insulting the way “certain people” speak may seem harmless on the surface but under the surface those “certain people” are almost always disabled, and these traits are just traits of our disabilities.

[extreme-dyke-syndrome]

Holy fucking shit, pain is not a matter of fucking willpower. I'm not being fucking weak when I can't push through my fucking pain. Sometimes, I just fucking can't. I don't need to fucking "stick it out" or "keep fighting." When I say I want to give up it is not because I am not fucking trying hard enough. I am trying so fucking hard every fucking second of every fucking day. The fucking able-bodied assholes that say this shit have never been in actual pain a day in their fucking lives, and it is SO obvious. I think I don't want to talk to another able-bodied person for the rest of my entire life.

[transformedyt]

I wish more abled people understood the concept of A Good Day.

Like, sometimes, some disabled people aren’t in as much pain as they usually are.

Sometimes, i CAN walk without a limp. But i have to limp outside anyway or I’ll be accused of “faking it” if someone notices.

Like… it can fluctuate! Assuming it can’t is like being mad that it’s sunny one day and rainy the next and accusing the weather of being “attention seeking” or some shit! Fuck! Stop harassing disabled people for having a good day and wanting to make the most of it!

[illbringthechaosmagic]

@thenexusofsouls

Wanda didn't get angry that Tony slept in longer now. She didn't force him to get up at the crack of dawn, or whenever she woke up, or whenever Peter needed a feed. She knew that he needed the rest, that after everything he had gone through, he deserved to sleep in. And so, she would set about getting the house ready, make sure that their son was washed, fed and changed and happy. Then when she had him settled, she would go and wake her lover gently.

She gave him a gentle kiss before helping him up into a sitting position, her hand rubbing at his back gently. Whilst he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, she moved to grab his sleeve, sitting herself down beside him to help slip it on his arm. She was in awe of the technology, in awe that her partner had been the one to create such a piece and how it helped ease the pain and mobility of his arm.

"You don't need to thank me handsome," she replied, placing another kiss against his cheek as he activated the sleeve. "I saved you some bacon and eggs if you're hungry, or maybe we could make ourselves an early lunch?" She suggested, not wanting him to feel bad for the fact he had missed making breakfast. "Though I have a feeling that you might have your attention stolen away when we go into the living room. Someone has been asking for daddy," she teased, her fingers brushing through his hair.

"You're too sweet," she smiled, a slight rosy colour flushing her cheeks at his compliment. "But I haven't done anything different. Apart from getting some coffee down my shirt."

Wanda made her way into the bedroom, gently opening the blinds. Glancing over at Tony in the bed, she moved to sit down at the side of him, her hand gently brushing over his cheek. “Time to wake up baby,” she whispered. (For the endgame au)

Tony was still sleeping for a while after Wanda was already up. He slept in later now, needing the rest. Not that he was an early riser before his near-death experience - experiences - but after that fateful battle against Thanos, Tony just wasn't the same. Mentally, he was faring about as well as he could be, with both the defeat of Thanos and the ability to set a lot of what the Mad Titan had caused right again giving his mood a much-needed boost. But physically, Tony would never be the same again.

He almost lost his arm, or at best, it was thought that he'd completely lose all use of it. Thanks to his own nanotechnology, though, he did regain function of his right arm, but on a limited basis. He'd made use of a sleeve/glove combination with the ability to provide compression, reduce tremors and spasms, and improve mobility and muscle strength. Without it, his arm was almost useless, shaking so much that he couldn't really control his movements. His hand was so weak he couldn't actually pick up anything with it. But with the sleeve and glove, the effects of the nerve damage were greatly reduced.

Tony took the sleeve off at night to give his arm a break, and required help getting it back on. It was a tight fit after all, by design. Once on, a simple push of a button would activate the nanotech and the sleeve would fit itself over his hand and shoulder, holding it in place and connecting electrically to the nerves in his arms and hand. Pain was still an issue, but the sleeve helped with that as well.

He blinked lazily as light flooded the room and he heard Wanda's voice. What he'd do without her, he didn't know. Not only because he needed help on a day to day basis, but her love and emotional support were absolutely getting him by right now. Though he still had in the back of his mind that he'd be back to his old self someday, every medical professional who'd worked on him after he'd made that all-important snap was telling him that he was lucky to even be alive. He supposed he should count his blessings, but for someone who had always been strong and active, Tony's ego and happiness did take significant hits.

Wanda, though... God, she was amazing. She helped take care of him and their little Peter, and didn't seem to mind doing so one bit. Tony felt guilty about how much he was leaning on her, but he did what he could, when he could. Morning were always rough starts, and he wound down a lot quicker at night, but during the day, Tony was about as close to his old self as he could get.

He smiled as he strained to sit up in bed, feeling Wanda's hand at his back, already helping him. "Thanks..." he said, his voice raspy and dry. Yawning, he sat on the edge of the bed, his right arm already starting to trembled. He massaged it with his left hand as Wanda already reached for the sleeve. Tony smiled, a grateful if not slightly guilty smile as she held push the sleeve onto his arm. "Thank you, sweetheart," he whispered, looking at her with such love in his eyes. Once it was on and activated, Tony moved his arm and hand a bit. "Much better," he said with a grin.

Things were peaceful at their little cabin by the lake. Tony was officially retired now, permanently. His injuries and essentially disabled stated demanded that, but he'd also wanted to hang up his helmet for other reasons too. Now was the time to focus on family - on Wanda and their son - and to settle down a bit. Tony never thought he'd be thinking that way but, after everything that'd happened, he was ready.

"Can I help with breakfast, or... is it not... uh..." he trailed off, leaning to look at the digital clock on the nightstand. "Okay, yeah, it's only eleven. There's still time for breakfast or some kind of interesting early lunch," he said with a smile. "You look beautiful today," he then said, looking up at her from where he sat. Maybe there was nothing special about how she looked today verses on other days, but to him, she was beautiful every day.

[griancraft]

There is no such thing as reclaiming the rslur when it is still being used to attack and demean disabled people today. I know people who would feel unsafe if they heard it in public. Stop it, not everyone is online, most don't know some people are trying to reclaim it.

No, you cannot reclaim it because you're mentally disabled, it was (AND IS) heavily used against physically disabled people too. It's still used to demean all of us. It also has deeply racist roots that I personally am not educated on enough to talk about.

Its shocking and appalling to see people genuinely making the case that it "doesn't really have an effect anymore" and refusing to listen when people tell them why they shouldn't use it. You aren't taking power away from abelists, you're hurting people in your community.

Grow up, you don't need to use a slur to express yourself. You're better than that.

[monachopsis-11]

[ouchiemyspine]

'cop' is new tumblr buzzword. not everyone u disagree with is a cop. u cant make a 'terf' variation for every group that excludes anyone. words have meaning. the world doesnt revolve around u