heads up for gays that don't use tiktok: you're gonna start hearing the words "demure" and "mindful" a lot more than you used to
Anyway, people with brain damage I love you. People who have had strokes I love you, especially if you're told you were "too young" to have one. People who acquired your brain damage by less common means such as infection, lack of oxygen at birth or degenerative disease, I love you. People with moderate and severe brain damage, I love you. People who lost their sight or hearing or ability to speak because of their brain damage, I love you. People who have paralysis from their brain damage, I love you. People with amnesia and severe cognitive issues from their brain damage, I love you. People with rare and unusual symptoms from their brain damage, I love you.
You are not a punchline, you haven't lost your humanity, your thoughts and opinions are as valuable as anyone else's. We deserve respect.
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Say it with me! Wheelchairs aren’t sad! Mobility aids aren’t sad! Mobility aids are instruments of freedom!
I never imagined that I would reach this stage. Since the first day of the war, I have fought with all my might to preserve my life, the life of my family, and the life of those I love. I have witnessed unimaginable pain, and yet I continue on the path in the hope of keeping my family and loved ones alive life
But today, I find myself in a place of great vulnerability. My family has been devastated by this war. We've lost our home and have been displaced over and over again, each time breaking a piece of us.
Now, with a heavy heart, I am reaching out to you for help. We urgently need your support. I don't take this lightly, and it has taken me a lot of courage to ask. But the situation is desperate, and I can't do this alone.
Winter has entered and the rains are coming, and after we lost our home, we only have a torn tent that is not suitable for living in the rainy weather that will come. I am afraid that we will drown, and I cannot withstand these conditions.
I will attach a link to my GoFound Me and my PayPal link so that you can help me as quickly as possible before it is too late.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for standing with me. I hope, somehow, this message reaches those who can offer support.
This is the latest photo of our house that I miraculously took due to the bad conditions, so that you know that I am honest and that I am right in everything I said.
This is a picture of the tent last winter, how water entered the tent
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Dozens of women were arrested from their homes and refugee centers, taken to Yarmouk Stadium in Gaza, their hijabs were removed from their heads, blindfolded, and they were searched. Many of them were subjected to sexual harassment, beatings and abuse. [@/mhdksafa on X. 12/28/23.]
I won't forgive ANYONE who calls themselves a feminist -for remaining silent about this genocide -you ARE complicit. During any and all instances of institutionalized and systematic violence, oppression, and abuse being executed by all imperial and colonial forces around the world -for you to say nothing -shame on ALL of you for cherry picking your 'issues.'
reminder to people that cripplepunk isnt just ‘punk aesthetic but disabled’
cripplepunk is a disability movement
cripplepunk has its own principals and tenets
its more than just patches, pins, and plaid
remember when you used to look stuff up and the first result was always wikipedia :(
I would like to see more people talk about how jobs treat disabled employees.
I used to prep, wash dishes, and cook at mellow mushroom. I had chronic pain that wasn't NEARLY as bad as it is today, but it was still very debilitating. I told my employer "i cannot stand more than 4 to 6 hours. I CANNOT do shifts longer than this due to my illness." And even though i made my boundaries VERY clear, everyday i worked it was 8 hours at the least and 10 or 12 at the most. I would go up to my manager and say "look i really need to leave, my shift is over, my chronic pain is killing me." And he'd say "we really need to here, you HAVE to push through." And so i did, and after one, ONE month of that job my crps got incredibly worse to the point where i could no longer walk my dog around the block which was .5 miles. I quit, and that was FOUR years ago, and ever since that day I HAVE BEEN BEDRIDDEN AND HAVE TO USE A WHEELCHAIR. It is my biggest regret in life.
My best friend who has seen my whole journey has recently developed undiagnosed chronic pain, and she is in the EXACT same scenario i was 4 years ago. Busting her ass at a pizza place with extreme pain that hurts her so much she tells me "im in so much pain i don't even feel like a person." She doesn't feel LUCID. And her manager and coworkers are saying the same thing "if you don't help us you will let us down, we'll be in the shit."
That job thats hurting you isn't fucking worth it. I promise you no money is worth losing all your physical abilities and never getting them back. Your coworkers and boss do not give a shit about you, so don't you dare suffer for them. They will never understand your struggle and they will never try. They truly think being understaffed is worse than whatever pain you experience. They would rather you permanently damage yourself than inconvenience them. FUCK THEM. DON'T FUCKING DO IT!