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switchcase · 1 year

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Causing fear about what happens during and post diagnosis for any condition by lying about it is not any type of disability advocacy

A lot of people online lie about both diagnostic and treatment processes and at times it is very obvious (or outright stated) that the people who are claiming these sorts of things have never been to the professional they're talking about. This is not to be any sort of "anti-self dx" post, simply that if you are this person you should consider not making PSAs about how diagnosis gets you put on govt lists or gets your rights taken away immediately.

Instead talk about patient rights, patient advocacy, and your local laws!

The most important one being that in the USA there is no govt list of disabled people that gets updated the minute you get a diagnosis. Your human rights are not just yoinked the minute you leave the Dr's office.

The ONLY people who know about your diagnosis are: the Dr who assessed you, and IF you used insurance AND the Dr submitted the diagnostic code to the insurance company, the insurance company will know. 1) you can REQUEST your Dr leave off the diagnostic code if you want to and 2) not going through health insurance may be more expensive but if you ARE very worried about your insurance knowing you can simply not use it.

Those are the only people who know! The ONLY way your diagnostic information can be shared to literally anyone else, including your primary care provider or any other Dr or the govt: 1) you sign a release of information for your medical records to be released to another person/dr, 2) you are submitting your diagnostic paperwork Somewhere to receive accommodations/assistance (for school/work, SSDI/SSI, etc--even then they will ONLY know the diagnoses you gave them), 3) you told them, 4) the court orders your medical information for an active court case (divorce etc), 5) a HIPAA violation where the dr/clinic doing the assessment illegally gives your information to anybody else without your permission. You can sue over this, as well as get their license revoked by reporting them to both the state and federal licensing boards for their profession.

As far as human rights are concerned, the main issues are in conservatorships, child custody, and medical abuse/neglect. Some things (like marriage issues and having 'too much money') are strictly SSI related which many disabled people are not on. Conservatorships and child custody issues are NOT based on your diagnosis! You can literally have this issue with conditions that many people on here overlook such as depression or GAD. These are based on severity of symptoms and someone trying to claim you are very ill. Meaning you can provide evidence that you do not need conservatorship, need a DIFFERENT conservator, or are able to care for your child either with or without assistance. Medical neglect/abuse is a big human rights issue but again this is NOT based on diagnosis, this can happen to anybody. You can also sue and report these incidents to revoke a professional's license.

While yes certain highly stigmatized conditions (both physical and mental) are more prone to experiencing these issues, telling people that if they seek help at all they will lose their rights and bad things will happen to them is unforgivable levels of fear mongering. There is not a diagnosis that will automatically revoke your human rights. Especially when it comes to mental health where many therapists will treat you while never putting a diagnosis down on paper because MANY therapists are aware of those issues and will not list a diagnostic code by default unless you request it for reasons like disability hearings.

#cripplepunk #cripple punk #disability #actuallydissociative #dissociative identity disorder #antipsychiatry #mad pride #<- putting those two tags because Jesus Christ I've seen a lot of fearmongering from the new baby wave of these movements #Red.log #.log

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the-casbah-way · 8 months

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forgive the brief jesus chris superstar rant but. there is a very important difference between the pharisees being villains and the pharisees being antagonists. they're technically antagonists because they're actively working against the interests of our protagonist, but i don't believe they should ever be played as villains. they're not evil or bad or wrong. they're terrified just like literally everyone else in the show is, and their actions are completely justified. to me that's the entire point of the musical. it's not about christianity; it's about the impact the roman empire's brutal and violent imperialism had on everyone on all levels. including jesus and judas, but also including the pharisees, and even herod and pilate. when a powerful coloniser forces their presence on innocent people they are the only winners. everyone else suffers, even the puppet kings and high priests who look like they're reaping some sort of benefit from it all. that's roman propaganda. the romans kept native rulers like herod and caiaphas in power to maintain the illusion of provincial autonomy, and keep populations appeased and therefore under control. everyone in the show is acting out of fear of the romans. the one roman character we do see (pilate) is acting out of fear of his own emperor. it makes no sense to cast the pharisees as two dimensional Bad Guys, especially when the same productions that do that usually offer a sympathetic portrayal of pilate. it would be so easy to stage and direct a production in a way that makes it obvious that the pharisees are doing what they're doing because they truly have no choice, and not because they're pure evil and want to kill jesus for the sake of it. it's not only an antisemitic trope but also undermines a really important theme of the musical. if you can see the humanity in the violent roman governor installed forcefully on conquered land then you can afford some humanity for the pharisees too. they are victims of pilate and victims of rome just like everyone else

#THEY ARE NOT ALLIES OF PILATE. they have a common interest yes. ie avoiding punishment from rome #but the pharisees have no choice but to go to pilate. they have no real power. because like i said. they are puppet rulers #i am just tired of seeing the pharisees as villains #IF YOU WANT A VILLAIN (idk why you need to have one i don't think this show is about that) IT SHOULD BE FUCKING PILATE. AND NO ONE ELSE #THE PHARISEES ARE NOT VILLAINS. THEY ARE NOT EVIL. THEY ARE VICTIMS.#i am tired of seeing them costumed or directed in a way that makes them stereotypical Bad Guys #the 2k version of jcs is my favourite but i HATE how it portrays the pharisees at times especially annas #when annas pushes judas to the floor for literally no reason it's like. you are going out of your way to make these guys seem evil #sucks because the actor from 2k is the best annas i've ever seen in terms of presence and voice #and the actor who plays caiaphas in that film does a really good job at showing fear instead of pure anger and evil #but it's generally all still done in a way that makes the priests seem evil. in my opinion #and yes i called pilate violent. he's not in A Lot of productions but. the real pilate was an extremely brutal governor #and there's a very good reason for portraying him as such. especially when you consider the themes i mentioned here #jesus christ superstar #jcs #ask to tag

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mothinabottle · 5 months

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Sydney and my PC's 😮

Basically how each one view him. Kari, Hana and Player in order.

I found this brush I really like and the creator says it is erratic (true), but it's so gooood! One of my PC's is missing in the picture, but that one will get a comic with Kylar once I decide on the dialogues and narration

#dol #dol fanart #dol pc #dol sydney #sydney the faithful #sydney the fallen #art #degrees of lewdity pc #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity fanart #Kari the Ethereal #Hana the Prideful #Player the Forgotten #jesus christ those are a lot of tags #moth art

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so-very-small · 8 months

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(tw for violence/death in this post; it’s about horror movies but g/t)

im in my Horror Movie era and like. i keep thinking how terrifying would a g/t horror movie be. a tiny protagonist in an oversized world could be so so scary. bugs, animals, unaware humans, even things just like struggling to get consistent meals or finding somewhere genuinely safe enough to rest. you could go psychological thriller about a recently shrunk person struggling to cope. you could have a slasher flick where the slasher is just an unaware giant.

i want Midsommar but it’s a borrower joining a fairy cult. i want Saw where it’s a borrower making traps for humans because they just hate giants. i want Hereditary with the added struggle of a mixed size family dynamic. i want whatever batshit original concepts A24 could do with a g/t dynamic

anyways i think there’s a huge potential for size horror and man. a movie like that would terrify me

#g/t #violence tw #ig? i am being so careful rn i know this a lot of ppls cup of tea #also discresion advised for these following tags #but like. have yall seen Nope. do u know THAT scene from Nope #i dont want to spoil anything but. the vore scene #i was so fucking viscerally uncomfortable when i saw that and i love it #like i love vore! but jesus fucking christ. holy shit. that scene made me realize how scary a gt size story could be #im watching a lot of horror lately and none of them r like. rlly scaring me #idk why i like to be scared so much. catharsis ig. i wanna be terrified

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dishsaop · 3 months

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the thing abt astarion and baldurs gate 3 is that while i do like astarion, hes an interesting character with some cool plots, im fairly neutral on him compared to most of the cast. but. he rolls over a 30 nine times out of ten when lockpicking and disarming traps. which suits my playstyle so well.

when i started playing the game i first tried to regularly swap out characters (habits kept from rpgs where characters not in the party dont level up/dont level up as fast) but i realized pretty fast that the flouncy traumaguy is actually so useful. hes really reliable in battle and he destroys traps and locks with so much ease i just Cant leave him at camp. he disapproves of 95% of what i do bc im trying to smooch karlach this run, but im spending all my gold to put him in schmancy little outfits that keep him from getting one-shotted.

hes my little purse dog. if a purse dog had a gun and a set of lockpicks. sure im allergic to dogs and this dog hates me whenever i open my mouth, but look at him, look at how cute the gun is in his little paws when he snipes mind flayers.

#if party makeup for battles didnt matter id have my tav jaheira halsin and karlack. unfortunately that would #be three druids and a barbarian. i like the well roundedness of a druid but jesus christ we would all die #im playing a fucking rogue next time.#I NEED TO BE CLEAR THIS IS NOT MEANT TO BE HATING ON THE VAMPIRE. I LIKE THE VAMPIRE #but i literally cannot use wyll bc i hate the way warlocks play and its killing me. i love wyll. i wish i could take u with me buddy #but astarion just picked a dc 30 safe with no rerolls man and you have two spells lots #m text #*KARLACH. SORRY SWEETIE IM ON MOBILE AND I CANT FIX TAGS IM SO SORRY I MISSPELLED YOUR NAME

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ghostreader16 · 4 months

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That's it

I'M GONNA REWRITE INAZUMA ELEVEN ARES AND ORION

Probably edit the anime too

#inazuma eleven ares #inazuma eleven orion #ghost rambles #ghost rewrites #i feel like im gonna be using that tag a lot #it was originally going to be just a rewrite #but jesus christ #the anime #these boys deserve better

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safarisaythings · 8 months

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WTTT as things said by me and my friends

*some might be a little suggestive and some of these are purely based off vibes

Michigan: You ever see a fresh pair of ties and go "mm smegsy"

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Indiana: I'm panscared. All genders scare me.

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Rhode Island, @ Massachusetts and Virginia: The dilfs are arguing.

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Oregon: STOP GOING FERAL IN THE CLOSET

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California: Shush, or I'm sending you Jack in the Box thirst traps.

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Tennessee, @ Texas: I didn't want to start my day off with daddy issues, but ok.

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Kansas: Carrots, children, same thing.

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Iowa: I will shove a corn cob up y-

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New Jersey: I hope the wall punches back one day.

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New Hampshire: You ever just fORGET GOD

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Massachusetts: IF YOU SAY "OH MY GOD" ONE MORE TIME IMA SEND YOU TO GOD

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Louisiana: I put the bi in all the bitches

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Michigan: Ah, yes. My favorite sexuality, blue.

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Florida: You deez nuts'd them so hard they forgot how to English

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Texas: Leave my forehead out of this

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Massachusetts: Tea (derogatory)

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Florida: How many times do you have to stab someone for it to be illegal?

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Nevada, @ Idaho: I'd say bisexual icon, but he's not an icon.

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Ohio: Put on the cat ears, whore.

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Colorado, @ Nevada: Hey there, Poor-Choice-in-Men.

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Oregon: Don’t ask me questions, I'm gay.

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Gov: Advil me up, daddy.

That is all. Have a good day :D

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starfall-isle · 1 year

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Love and peace and getting along bestfriends trio

#Spark the electric jester #Stej #float #flint #double #art tag #i think I’m getting a lot more comfortable drawing robots ^^#I do have to figure out how to simplify and stylize double and flint though because. Jesus christ #also I love that double doesn't get to be in the credits sequence w float and flint. revoked

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ritens · 8 months

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quick height chart of my surviving warframe ocs

#Swirly out there making everyone else look real small #ritens-art #wf oc #warframe #oc-swirly #oc-kimq #oc-missy #jesus christ thats a lot of oc tags #if the ft. are off i dont care im european #wf-lane #wf-rau #wf-kyn #wf-necca #wf-devan #wf-vys

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whollyjoly · 7 days

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for some reason i can't explain i know saint peter won't call my name

nothing that lives, lives forever - an immortal soldier!alton more au

(1.1k of snippets from my old guard(ish) au where alton more is old, too old, and has been living and fighting far longer than anyone should. full description/other thoughts at the bottom. tw: blood, violence, mentions of death)

Alton clicked the lighter closed, running a thumb over the silver case. The night was warm, sticky in a way that he never could get used to. He sucked in a breath from the cheap cigarette, letting his head fall back against the rough side of the barracks.

It was quiet. Typically, there would be no end to the commotion coming from the small building, one of many that littered Camp Toccoa. The wall of sound was ever-present, no matter if it was shouting or laughing or snoring. But whatever the cause, there was always noise.

No matter if it was a blanket of noise he knew well, unchanging except for the language and the scenery. Soldiers are soldiers, and some things are a constant. It could almost be comforting, if it didn’t also mean that the need for soldiers was a constant as well.

However, tonight was a Saturday, and it was one of the few weekends that Sobel had allowed Easy the use of their weekend passes. Almost every man in the company had jumped at the chance to get off base, to travel home if they could and spend time with loved ones. The ones with farther-flung hometowns had spirited off to Atlanta, happy to spend their time drinking and dancing and fucking instead of slogging through another run, three miles up, three miles down.

Normally, Alton would have joined them in their carousing - it was easier to pass the time with the effortless camaraderie built during a training camp than bored and alone.

But today had been a bad day. The sound of swords and the shift of sand beneath his feet followed him out of his nightmares, the humid summer of Georgia morphing itself into the baking, dry heat of the desert.

His shouts must have been real, because when a hand came to shake him out of his dream, the first face he saw was not that of a grouchy NCO, but of a blood-caked Saracen, eyes alight with righteous fury.

Alton didn’t think. He had grabbed the knife from under his pillow, an old thing that had been sharpened more times than he could begin to count, and was on the man in less than a breath, pressing the blade into the side of his neck. The familiar thrum of blood beat against his fingertips, the grit of sand scratched his gums. He knew what he had to do, had done it a thousand times, a thousand thousand times, what was a little more bloodshed spilled across his feet-

Alton had blinked, and came to himself in a rush.

Instead of an unnamed Saracen, the ashen face of Johnny Martin stared up at him, eyes wide behind the knife.

Alton drew back his hand, retreating almost as quick as he had lunged earlier. He mumbled a quick curse and apology as he stepped out of arm’s reach from the man. It wasn’t until Martin’s eyes widened even farther that Alton realized his tongue was slipping out Arabic of all things.

Usually, Alton was better about remembering himself, who he was almost as important as where he was. But for whatever reason, his demons had decided to catch up with him that night.

After a quick smile and some quip about the Krauts in his dreams, he managed to wave an only-slightly-mollified Martin off. The shorter man apparently hadn’t forgotten it though, if his watchful eyes during chow that morning were anything to go by.

Alton was just glad that no one else was awake to see it, at least. That was the last thing he needed.

And so, instead of joining in on a weekend of broads and booze, Alton found himself waving away the invitation by an eager Smokey and bemused Alley. When the horde made their way out of the barracks, fantasizing in bawdy terms about their planned misadventures, he felt like he could breathe easy.

Fucking finally.

Alton took another drag from the cigarette. He watched the smoke curl, up and up until it faded into nothing amongst the darkening sky.

The lighter was a welcome weight in his hand, grounding him to this time, this life.

The design was worn by now, details barely visible after a half century of worrying. It still managed to amaze him, sometimes, what people could do with the smallest of canvases. Alton didn’t feel the same wonder however, wasn’t as mesmerized by the beauty man could create as he once was.

But in the quiet moments, he could still appreciate the time some French craftsman took to transform a hunk of metal into a small token carried around by a dead man.

Luz had spied the lighter one weekend, and laughed at him for using something so old-fashioned. Alton just shrugged, not caring to admit that he was still getting used to having a light at his fingertips. It wasn’t all that long ago when he was still lighting a pipe with a flintlock pistol, and not so long before that when he would carry around a flint and steel.

Time was passing all the more quickly these days, technologies changing and advancing, and everyone was obsessed with needing things to be quicker, cheaper, simpler. Alton scoffed. He could hardly find it in him to care.

He glanced down at the lighter in his hand, shifting it back and forth in a practiced motion and watched as the light skittered across the sides.

It had shown flowers, once. A veritable garden of carnations, daffodils, and lilies of the valley, with leaves spilling across the front panel onto the back. They represent good fortune, he was told. Good fortune, luck, and hope.

When the merchant described it to him, eyes ablaze with a passion known only to those with wares to sell, Alton didn’t try to hide the snort that escaped his throat.

Fortune and Luck had abandoned him long ago, and hadn’t returned since waking up in a battlefield abandoned by all but the dead, sword in his chest and blood in his mouth.

And what the fuck was Alton supposed to do with hope?

It was the quote on the back that had caught his eye, all those years ago in a street market in Reims. The beveled edges had faded with time, the familiar letters Alton traced were more memory by now than any physical mark. Une vie honorable est une vie éternelle.

An honorable life is an eternal life.

Alton couldn’t help but stare at the message, both then and now. He hated that goddamn word. Immortal. Unending. Eternal.

They were such flowery words, used by people who craved what they couldn’t have, what they shouldn’t. The romanticized idea of the everlasting, the fountain of youth, the gift of life! Alton was sick of it.

This wasn’t life. He was a fucking dead man walking. And he sure as hell didn’t do anything honorable to deserve it.

months ago, while thinking about the absolute insanity of the almost...cavalier? attitude we see alton more have over the course of the series, an idea hit my brain: what if there was a reason nothing seemed to phase him - not panzers, not being a breath away from a car wreck, not bastogne, not speirs? what if this wasn't his first war? that thought spiraled me into a minor insanity that is this: my immortal soldier!alton more au, loosely inspired by the movie the old guard (2020). the idea is that, once upon a time, there was a soldier in a land many centuries ago. one day, he died in battle. and then, he woke up. and then he died. and then he woke up. over, and over. drawn to countless battles, conflicts, and wars, each one etching itself into the core of his soul. a never-ending cycle...until one sweltering summer, where he found himself at a training camp at the foot of a mountain. anyways. at some point, i plan on writing this as a full story, but that is admittedly a long ways away. however, in celebration of alton more's birthday today, i wanted to post my favorite scene that i've written for this au! it's set sometime at the beginning of the story, in the early days of camp toccoa. mostly, it's just a character study of this version of alton more. hope you enjoyed! and of course - happy birthday alton more!

(song insp.)

taglist: @sweetxvanixlla @coco-bean-1218 @bucky32557038ww2 @georgieluz @samwinchesterslostshoe @xxluckystrike @next-autopsy @ronald-speirs @land-sh @ronsparky @panzershrike-pretz @theredrenard @kyellin

#happy alton more day!#holy shit im actually posting this...i've been sitting on it for MONTHS #but YEAH its just...the gothic romanticism about the physical embodiment of war and soldiers and the concept of death you know??#what it means to feel and to live and to connect to those around you when it all feels so fleeting #fleeting not just due to the nature of war but also the nature of immortality #or something #...look i have a lot of thoughts about this story okay #it kills me #its also known in my brain as the “how immortal soldier!alton more made friends” story #because literally thats it thats the plot #OH WAIT did i forget to mention that speirs is also an immortal soldier in this story??#oh yeah thats the best fucking bit - they met like centuries and centuries ago on the wrong ends of one of the various punic wars #(where speirs was known back then as...wait for it...TERTIUS)#its good goddamn shit okay #also explains why alton is so fucking unflinching towards speirs at any given point and why they were so petty about the photo albums #ANYWAYS if anyone wants to hear more about this!! come stop on by!!!#also yes the title is a reference to the old guard #as is the reference to the siege of jerusalem which is where joe and nicky met #immortal soldier!alton more #alton more #easy company #band of brothers fic #mine #band of brothers #bofb #hbowar #em's moodboards #em writes #jesus christ i guess that's a tag now #alright here we go out into the void

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