“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.
As always, we ask that in order to participate in the weekly megathread, one self-identifies as some form of disabled, which is broadly defined in the community sidebar:
“Disability” is an umbrella term which encompasses physical disabilities, emotional/psychiatric disabilities, neurodivergence, intellectual/developmental disabilities, sensory disabilities, invisible disabilities, and more. You do not have to have an official diagnosis to consider yourself disabled.
Mask up, love one another, and stay alive for one more week.
more venting, I wrote a fragment of an 19th century speech on accident
despite my best efforts, I am indulging in food and drinks
I actually haven’t eaten since breakfast, I’m too frustrated and can’t get myself to move. It’s been like this all day, probably all week.
I keep hoping that maybe someone will step in, say something, but I’ve been fighting the call to the void for six years now. I wonder if it would come as relief to some in this community to not have to reckon with my poor writing anymore. We’re not in the business of giving people reasons to live, you know. It’s far more important that we pat ourselves on the back as we sink to the depths in our watery graves, lest anyone face the tantalizing thought that they ought have done more or said more to help their fellow human being. I affirm your misery, you affirm mine, and we do jack shit to improve the conditions upon which we have so sanctimoniously staked our lives, and our all too early deaths.
Certified Bad Post by SterlingPooper
how normal is it to feel rejection dysphoria when people don’t reply to your comments? because it can be frustrating when i’m posting with the intent of conversing and i get a couple of upvotes, and it’s like, did you really read this? i think you think you read it. i type most comments with the idea that someone might have something to say. but i like, want to delete every comment i make that doesn’t get a reply within say, 24 hours. i think it’s unfair that power users are like, loved and regarded, and the rest of us are just peasants hoping our shame and dysphoria is interesting enough to get some stranger to send an emote.
i just want to cope better as a neurodivergent person, as a queer person, but the site is unreceptive to those goals. don’t prop yourself up as a place for people who face these sorts of struggles and then have an attitude of “heh idk read a book, go outside, bother someone else” when people take that up in earnest.
but every comment i type, i’m like "nobody is going to read this. they think i’m faking, they think i’m a man in a dress, they think i’m playing dumb for sympathy, they think this and that and this" and every time nobody says anything those thoughts are all I have.
I said this in the trans mega, but I know how I would respond if I saw me, if I read my comments from an outside perspective.
I do read your comments and often relate and empathize and feel for you a lot. But my brain makes me struggle to communicate, or sometimes I’m not able to at all, so I usually am not able to reply to comments, even when I REALLY want to. I have thoughts and things I want to say and reply to you with but my brain won’t cooperate. And I really want to reply to your comments but my brain is like “haha, no, fuck you! You will sit here staring at the screen and crying due to your inability to put your thoughts into words that make sense! And people will continue to feel alone!” and I hate it especially because I know how bad it feels when you post a vulnerable comment when you’re suffering and no one says anything… I don’t even know if this makes any sense and I hate that I can’t make the words to match my thoughts in reply to what you’re actually saying and experiencing!!! But I want you to know that I care about you and feel for you and want better for you, because you deserve better, even though I’m not able to be a human and reply and converse and stuff. This is probably a shit-ass comment but I think I’m gonna send it anyway in hopes that you know someone really is fully reading your comments and cares a lot. I am so sorry for your suffering, I hate it. I have so much love for you!! & I hope this doesn’t come off as weird or anything, aaaaaaaa!
I’m guessing I’m not the only one in a situation like this. Just know that the lack of replies likely doesn’t even have anything to do with you, but just that we’re all different levels and types of disabled and lots of us just can’t. But my brain is hard on me, too, like it sounds like yours is, so I understand where you’re coming from. <3 I wish you all the best!!
I read your posts/comments every time I see them, and I upvote them too to make sure you know someone listened. I also sent hug emojis to let you know I care and don’t want you to feel alone. The reason why I don’t reply is mostly bc I don’t know what to say. You’re not a bad person, and your not a weirdo. You’re just as appreciated as everyone else here. However, I for one don’t know what would help you, and that’s what usually keeps me from replying. I would love to send you more than the occasional hug emoji. Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m unable to grasp how you feel, but I do certainly want to try and make you feel heard and seen.
Please don’t think you’re not welcome here, bc you are.