There's a mistake I see a lot of people in the mental health community make and in all honesty, it's one I've made myself. But I think we should really work on it. And that's saying "if this were a physical illness, wouldn't you care?"

I've learned that no actually, people wouldn't care. Katelyn Weinstein (theADHDprincess on Twitter) is a neurodiversity acceptance activist who really put this in perspective for me. She said that it's actually more an issue of longevity than physical vs mental health.

If you're having a bad day people will generally be understanding. But when you're experiencing chronic depression and you have many bad days people lose sympathy.

In the same respect people may be understanding when you've broken a bone that will heal properly or when you have a cold that will go away soon in ways they simply won't understand when you have chronic pain or need to use a wheelchair. They may send chicken soup for a temporary situation, but when you need consistent accomodations it's an entirely different story.

I understand that from our perspective it looks like people care more about physical health than mental health, but it's good to remember that our own perspective is also limiting. Facing ableism doesn't mean you can't be ableist. And I know so many people are not ill-intentioned when they say this. I know I wasn't. But we can't discount the lived experiences of physically disabled people. If we want true equality we need to be united and we need to listen to those with physical disabilities and illnesses. And those with physical disabilities and illnesses (some of which are also invisible) have said that they are not given proper accomodations either.

So let's be united and fight for equality and accomodations for everyone, no matter what their illness or disability may be.

"Scientists should be working on curing cancer instead of doing [Thing]" just get funnier and funnier to me over time because

there's so many papers and studies about curing cancer that they drown everything else out. God help you if you're trying to research something that has ever been considered applicable to cancer research.

"cancer" is a whole category of diseases that includes hundreds of different things

The way i understand it, "cancer" is a consequence of cells aging and being exposed to stresses over time. The goal is to stop it from developing too early, curing cancer IN GENERAL is a bit like trying to cure entropy

the amount of progress we've made on treating and preventing cancer even in the last few decades is so insane, it's a lot more impressive than "curing" a single disease would be.

different scientists aren't interchangeable. What's a meteorologist going to do for cancer research

If we didn't have the other scientists, we would die a lot more of the other stuff

there WAS that one guy who programmed an AI to categorize different types of cookies and pastries that ended up being great for detecting cancer cells, so YOU NEVER KNOW

ace on gouache more like gouace(??)

anyway happy birthday

It was just a dream. Don't worry, you're here.

This was supposed to be just a sketch now it turned into a sort of illustration-not 😔 I had fun testing some interesting brushes

What is the funniest pokemon move

When u follow a bunch of ppl who are into a series u know nothing about and your dash is full of posts about the big update

hi I'm from your pseudo-medieval fantasy city. yeah. you forgot to put farms around us. we have very impressive walls and stuff but everyone here is starving. the hero showed up here as part of his quest and we killed and ate him

Rudi Hurzlmeier (German, b. 1952) - The Sundial

Yeah sure we’ve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someone’s life?

Tidbits of information - (“I graduated today!”) - and small joys (“It’s my birthday!”) and you get to be there to say “This chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us this”.

I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and it’s the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.

Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didn’t match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.

There’s an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they don’t, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.

And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadn’t updated in over a decade. I wasn’t even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldn’t see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadn’t thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.

And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.

I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.

Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.

And just as I wrote this, the booping left us.

Nyo.

No need to get out your laptop for SUPER or EVIL booping.

Just login to tumblr using a web browser like Firefox and switch to desktop mode.

The power to unrestrained booping is in your hands.

No need to get out your laptop for SUPER or EVIL booping.

Just login to tumblr using a web browser like Firefox and switch to desktop mode.

The power to unrestrained booping is in your hands.

Maybe the real treasure was the boops we made along the way

This is our home We’ve got every generation So full of music A rhythm of its own design

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