Denmark: we present you, Vikings
Europe, crying: yes
sometimes i think ive made peace with being permanently disabled & feel like even tho it sucks i can handle it. and sometimes i have to scream and scream and scream and cry myself to sleep because this is forever & i dont know how i’ll manage that
From friends and family, to doctors, and strangers: disabled people have to face judgement, disbelief and hurtful comments. But guess what? There are so many more disabled people in the world than you realise, in fact many of us try to fake being well, because of the stigma and judgement surrounding disability.
Faking disability and illlness is rare. The 1 in 4 disabled people in the world are not rare. So next time you think about questioning someone's disability - don't. That's all.
"love is love" until it doesn't include sex
"love is love" until it lives in separate beds
"love is love" until it is queer platonic
"love is love" until it does not comply with compulsory sexuality and amatonormativity
love IS love, for aspecs, for sex repulsed folk and for platonic relationships
"love is love" apply to more than same-sex relationships in a world where romantic and sexual relationships are considered more valuable
Remember to advocate for Asexuals and Aromantics this pride. Because we are also here, and we are also queer
The pain is more incredibly annoying than unbearable
🥄Spoon Stop! 🥄
Take a spoon or two to complete any tasks you need to finish soon. Reblog to give your mutuals a spoon
{let’s keep trying} {we’ll get through this}
Just made an account on Medium so I could read this. Made it about 1/3 through and I'm absolutely hooked and excited to finish it!! But first, time for a nap.
For the longest time, I have had trouble understanding FND - specifically whether it's just a shitty diagnosis made up by the medical system to gaslight people or if it's a genuine medical condition. This essay is rly helpful and has already broadened my understanding. It's incredibly well written, particularly bc of the extremely thorough research it's a result of
I am one of the most medically examined people in North America. For over a decade, no one could explain why I lost my ability to walk, speak, and use my hands. Why the lightning-like headaches? Why the ringing in my ears? Test after test came back negative. Doctors thought I might have a genetic abnormality no one's ever seen before, or a condition so rare that it had previously escaped medical classification. Then I got accepted to the top undiagnosed disease research program in the world, and they told me the only diagnosis I was unprepared to hear: it was Functional Neurological Disorder (FND), a much-misunderstood condition which was once known as Conversion Disorder, and before that, as Hysteria. And that was only the beginning of things getting weird. The essay above is the product of three years of research into the history, neuroscience, and politics of FND. It touches on the many medical failures that define the history of the disorder, the pervasive sexism and lazy mind-body dualism that prevented scholars from seeing it clearly, and why - finally - a better understanding may be at hand, with revolutionary implications for how we understand human consciousness and the experience of having a body.
FND fucked my life up. This is my reply. Thanks for reading.
That one night where Australia is one of us
Wait what's a buildings fire evacuation plan if you aren't supposed to use the elevator to get down
24, they/them, nonbinary lesbian, disabled. Studying medicine, working on my internalised ableism, prioritising finding out what I like to do. I write, ish, or try to at least and that's something
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