Real things my friend said in our chorus class in no particular order.
“What are people from Ireland called? Scottish?” My teacher stared at him in anger and shock. I explained it to him.
“Our bones are wet…. Like all the time…”
“What are those flowers called the ones that like..*makes a circle in the air* the ones that start with t?”
“Isn’t it weird that like when the *unintelligible* runs out between our bones they just like rub together?” I started wondering if he was high at this point.
“It’s not that difficult *talking about the song*” proceeds to fuck it up and kick his waterbottle in anger.
“Why do you have Ireland shoes?” This leads to the Irish confusion.
“I like pistachio ice cream but in those like cone bowls”
“No but what is it called? When…when your bones start rubbing against each other?” He kept talking about bones today.
“Hey *friends name*.” “What” “I’m gay” he’s not gay.
When you've been at work and you have a movie in your head throughout your shift and it repeats a couple scenes in your head and when you get home to watch it, it's not available to watch on any programs, does anyone have that problem or is it just me?
i'm chilling in class and i suddenly feel like crying? as if i were having an anxiety attack but i'm totally okay? i had a nice homemade lunch and chatted with my unifriends? i even have a lil flower in my hair? i dom't understand- i think my body's going through an anxiety attack but my brain isn't involved. either that or i'm dying
i was obsessed the first time i saw someone post leon on that stupid panda rocker but i was never able to find raw footage of it lol, so i decided to compile leon with all the playground interactions because i love him <3
So i just wanna know that if the obx is splitting or something ,cause in Elaine's birthday party pictures there was only drew , rudy and madelyn while in Madison's birthday the paparazzi took a video where chase , Austin, JD and carlacia was leaving the restaurant along with madison and Mariah.
I was supposed to clean my bedroom with my mom at 10 AM today, but I overslept, and when I asked mom about it, she says that when it was time, I said to her: “Later…”
I have NO RECOLLECTION of that. I was looking forward to cleaning my bedroom. I swear I was asleep.
Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
does anyone else not feel completely human sometimes? or not like a person? i don't meant this to say i feel like i am something else because i don't, i feel like something is missing. whatever quality makes you feel fully alive and like a person is missing for me. i feel like i have no true personality, i feel like a character with plot armor that hasn't been fleshed out at all. i have things i like and dislike, things i enjoy doing, favorite things, and least favorite things. but i feel like i have not had any qualities, thoughts, interests, or anything that makes me feel connected to humanity purely on the level of being human and breathing. i feel half finished. i feel disconnected from humanity and from myself. sometimes it feels like my body doesn't belong to me, like my limbs aren't mine. it feels like my brain is someone else's. i'll be in deep thought, yet unconscious. i'll lose and regain consciousness of what i'm saying, thinking, or doing out of the blue. i don't feel like my words or thoughts are my own. i don't say that to mean that i feel this way all the time, but sometimes i do. i feel out of body. like i'm not fully realizing what i'm doing or where i am or even what i look like. i feel disconnected from the human experience and maybe this is something that i've always lived with, but am just realizing or maybe this is something new. i don't know, but sometimes i scare myself. sometimes i worry myself with how out of place, out of body, and out of mind i can be.