“Furthermore, it would be silly if while speaking to someone who walks, I said, “I don’t know how you do it. Walking is so hard.” Of course it’s hard — for me. But for an able-bodied person it’s instinctive. And using a wheelchair is hard for an able-bodied person. For me, it’s innate. Moreover, being disabled is not so challenging solely because of my physical circumstances, a stereotype that simulation often leads participants to believe; it’s hard because of environmental, social and attitudinal barriers.”—Emily Ladau, “I Won’t Pretend That Disability Simulation Works” (via disabilityhistory)
Biting my tongue while my dad makes comments like “you’re not allowed snacks, you’re being healthy” and “I didn’t buy you any easter eggs this year because you’re being good” despite having had numerous arguments about it in the past. Shit like this just makes me want to binge on the closest unhealthy food in sight, and, not to worry, there are plenty to choose from in this household.
Are you kidding me? Can I come over there and smack him?!?!? Pretty please?!
You are worthy of snacks and chocolate and many things, but most of all, you are worthy of love, affection and kindness from those who are meant to be your kin, your loved ones and your own personal cheer squad.
Take care of you and remember that you are a beautiful and wonderful person.
Having a chronic illness is like being forced to eat dirt. Being positive is like having frosting to put on that dirt. Either way,you’re still eating dirt, but when you’re positive, it’s a little sweeter to swallow.
I’ve been running an experiment this past week. I wanted to see if my body could handle upping my work hours. I had many reasons for this. I want to get back to work, I’m board out of my brain, I want to get off Centrelink, and many many other things. So, I’ve done five out of the past six days, a pathetic 3-4 hours a day.
Sunday I was fine, Monday, not so fine, Tuesday, I was pretty shattered, this morning I couldn’t get out of bed, I dragged my ass into work, loaded myself up with more sugar than imaginable and attempted to work. I still was half dropping off for most of the afternoon. The drive home was pretty rough today.
So, right now I have goosebumps (which I really shouldn’t have considering how warm I am), I’ve had heat packs on for the past three days, I’ve used sleeping tabs twice, I’ve had take out or skipped meals for half of the time. Last night I petrified my dinner, sculled my wine instead of my water, I could go on but its all the same shit, just a different situation.
I intend on spending the next few days in bed, and I’ve got a very long list of things to do over the next week or so, but I am going to take it very very very fucking slowly.
I guess this means I need to try this again in a few months.
its unsettling how hard it is for people to understand that equal treatment doesnt produce equal results unless equality already exists in the first place. did yall ever take algebra? an inequality will always be an inequality unless you apply different operations to each or either side. its really simple but i guess its hard for privileged people to understand that everyone’s not on a level plane
A group of middle school girls is fighting for their right to wear leggings.
Yes, I said leggings. And yes, I said their right.
Students from Haven Middle School in Evanston, Ill., recently told parents that the school had banned girls from wearing leggings and yoga pants because they are “too distracting” to their male classmates. But rather than pack up their spandex, more than 500 students have signed a petition to overthrow the rule, which they rightly deem sexist. Many students also wore the contraband items to school in protest, holding signs with slogans like "Are my pants lowering your test scores?"
This isn’t about being fashionable. Regardless of where you fall in the great leggings versus pants debate, girls should never be held accountable for what goes through the minds of boys. Period. Sophie Hasty, a 13-year-old seventh grader at Haven, agrees, saying in the Evanston Review, “Not being able to wear leggings because it’s ‘too distracting for boys’ is giving us the impression we should be guilty for what guys do. We just want to be comfortable!”
Parent Juliet Bond was equally outraged, telling the paper, "At what point do you take girls out of school altogether because boys can’t handle it?"