“All bodies are unique and essential. All bodies have strengths and needs that must be met. We are powerful, not despite the complexities of our bodies, but because of them. All bodies are confined by ability, race, gender, sexuality, class, nation state, religion, and more, and we cannot separate them.”
From “What is Disability Justice” (Adapted from Patty Berne’s “Disability Justice – A Working Draft”, Published in Skin, Tooth, and Bone: The Basis of Movement is Our People, A Disability Justice Primer, Second Edition.
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venting
I don’t think it’s normal to get stuck at the same point every day in my routine, but I also don’t know how to address it. I’d rather sit around than take a shower and get dressed, and even though I’d really rather be doing stuff, days like today happen where I don’t do anything because I spent all day wondering why I couldn’t just get dressed. I’d rather atrophy than like, fight my brain.
It’s just kind of what happens now. Time to stretch? Time to wash up? Time to get dressed? No, it’s time to lay around until 7pm in leggings and a tank top with unwashed hair constantly in my face. Can’t commit to watching anything, going anywhere, doing anything. I just had lunch. I’m gonna pass out in my bed in an hour so that I can be wide awake at 4am. Christ.
There are times it feels like it takes 150% brainpower to function, and people, whether they realize it or not, are expecting 150% from me by treating me like I’m normal. It’s a lot.