Story time! a few years ago my grandma found out that my sibling is nonbinary. Sibling was nervous at first bc it was an accident, and even tho our grandma fully accepted me as a trans guy, she presumably had no idea what being nb or genderfluid meant. and to an extent the sib was right—she was totally unaware that those concepts existed when we agreed to meet for lunch that day

but. but. she brought a full on PACKET of printed research and a pen. and asked questions. she took honest to god notes.

so anyway. thank you Grammy for loving your grandkids unconditionally. the feeling is mutual 💕

Every time someone talks about how it's our "purpose" or how we're "meant to" to reproduce, I want to tear my reproductive organs out and slam them down on the table.

me: I'm done grieving, I already accepted my illness and all it brings with it, it's totally ok

also me on a random tuesday: my life is never going back to what it was, I'm never going to be able to do the things I loved the most the same, it's over and I gotta learn to live with that but it's kinda impossible because I'm so young and I had so many dreams and so many things I wanted to do that I can't anymore, at least not without all this pain and suffering

hey boss i can't come in today it's a sunny day and there's a lovely breeze coming in through my window, yeah it's rustling the branches of the tree outside that's finally bloomed so it's pretty serious

Completely unrelated to my previous post: I had an older lady come up to me as I was exiting my therapy appointment and waiting for my ride, I had my rollator with all my stickers and my butterfly bag on it. She also had a rollator- and as she got closer;

She grinned and said "Race ya."

yall it was the highlight of my day. I didn't get to thank her for the giggle it got out of me before she was already inside the hospital building. But it was one of the first positive interactions I had with taking my rollator with me out of the house.

maybe things will be alright.

YOUR DAILY REMINDER: DO NOT TOUCH A DISABLED PERSON'S MOBILITY AIDS.

if you randomly push a disabled person's wheelchair. you are taking part of their autonomy.

if you knock away a disabled person's crutches. you are taking part of their autonomy.

if you grab a disabled person's cane. you are taking part of their autonomy.

if you move a disabled person's rollator/walker. you are taking part of their autonomy. I don't think people understand that our mobility aids are an extension of our bodies. You wouldn't kick an abled person in the shins or grab their arms and twist them just to see how they would react, or see if they'd be able to get around and function. You treat us like a joke. Our mobility aids aren't toys that you can play with and fidget with and god forbid potentially break. They're part of us. You have no right to touch them. If you take my fucking cane away from me, I can't walk properly.

If you touch my fucking mobility aid, you take away part of my autonomy.

I know this may sound horrible but I miss when I only had mental health problems because I actually had hope, like I knew I could get better or at least I could control my symptoms, but with an incurable chronic illnes I don't have the privilege of the "it will get better" and it makes me feel so lost, like I'm just gonna have to live with this for the rest of my life, doesn't matter how hard I try or how many doctors I see

being disabled is so fun because sometimes you can just be going about your day like normal and with zero warning your body will be like you have to lay down Right Now or you will pass out

7 years out as asexual,,,,,, how cool is that,,,,,

always remember, you do NOT deserve the pain, you did NOT "earn" it, it's not some kind of karma that you have to pay for, it's NOT your fault, you're not guilty for your illness and never will

you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.

I feel this so much every single day 😓

How on earth have some people never had diarrhea??!! And a full 30% have it 2 times a year or less??!! I am so happy for you whoever you are and also super envious.

Okay, crappy question (pun intended) for both the chronic illness and non-chronic illness community:

It’s crazy how low self-worth fucks with peoples lives

Flare day 8/10

Pain level check point:

I'm at a 5/10 today. What's your level today?