It’s Disability Pride Month!!

So I’m gonna talk about something I’ve been thinking about recently. TW for talk about SA (nothing graphic, didn’t happen, is a fear)

Obviously with the overturning of Roe v. Wade people are worried about contraceptives and gay rights, as those are the things that were directly, vocally threatened. I think there’s an equally, if not more at-risk community when it comes to privacy based rights being taken away. 

My sister, who I’ve talked about quite a bit on here, is severely disabled. She is autistic, cognitively disabled (she doesn’t know how to read, she couldn’t be potty trained, she is at the cognitive ability of a toddler, and she has been since she was a toddler) epileptic, and she has bipolar disorder and OCD. She is violent, so she moved into a group home when I was 14, I am now 20 going on 21. In her first home, that was co-ed, a boy she’d gone to school with assaulted her. They never got along, and he ended up choking her. She had bruises on her neck. Before we were told exactly what happened, we at first were terrified that one of the male caretakers had taken advantage of her.

My sister is on birth control. It helps with her mood swings, which would only get worse on her period, and it’s also a level of protection incase anything Does happen to her like we fear could. Nowadays she lives in a group home with just 3 other women, and I’m pretty sure all of their caretakers are women. But bad things can still happen. At the beginning of the Covid-19 pandemic, many states were talking about caring for people as disabled as her last, meaning people like my sister were seen as second class citizens in those states. Luckily, our state was not one of them. My whole family got Covid at the tail end of 2021/very beginning of 2022. Including my sister. She was the only one who needed to be hospitalized, since all of us, including her, are fully vaxxed. She was fine one day, seemed kind of sick the next. The day she started seeming sick, two caretakers took her to the ER and by the time she got there she had a fever of 107 degrees Fahrenheit  (41.6 degrees Celsius). My mother rushed there and stayed with her, sleeping in a chair for a week while Also Having Covid because my sister is nonverbal and wasn’t able to learn sign language or how to properly use PECS when she was younger. The doctor constantly miscommunicated with my mother (told my mom that my sister would need to go to a nursing home because her current house wouldn’t take her back, which WASN’T TRUE) and said things like “She’s young, so she has a chance.”

She was allowed to go home after a week. She ended up in the hospital again in March. She had long Covid, meaning that the effects of Covid made her weaker, meaning all the meds she’s on were doing too much and causing her extreme fatigue. She was too tired to eat or drink, resulting in her slipping into a coma and experiencing kidney failure. This time, the doctors thought that she might’ve done it on purpose for some reason. When the psychologist came in he kept telling my mom that he wanted to let my sister, who AGAIN is NONVERBAL in every way, try to talk. Obviously he looked pretty stupid.

Anyways, my point here is that medical professionals are already shit when taking care of people like my sister. If anything gets worse for us, things will get EXPONENTIALLY worse for women like her. We need to be looking out for our most vulnerable population right now. I understand people worrying about themselves first, but my sister doesn’t have the cognition to understand she should be scared. Scared of not being allowed birth control. Scared of what could happen to her if she were to be assaulted. Scared of pregnancy. She doesn’t even understand what pregnancy is.

These are people who need to be protected. Disabled people are always the first to be targeted by fascism. Eugenics is the first step taken when people want to start oppressing people, because generally speaking no one does anything when disabled people are hurt. People like my sister are often seen as an extra weight on society, as a waste or resources and money. This is not true. People like my sister are a joy to be around and deserve the best care, not the shit that they deal with now. 

Later on I will be posting about my own experiences as a disabled individual. Thanks to anyone who read this. 

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 3 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Daemons

Synopsis

The Master, posing as a rural vicar, summons a cloven-hoofed demon-like creature named Azal in a church crypt. Seeking to gain the ancient titan's demonic power, he gathers a cult and then corrupts or controls the residents of Devil's End to bow to his will. Dark elemental forces begin to disturb the village on the eve of May Day: unexplained murders, a stone gargoyle come to life, and a nigh-impenetrable infernal energy dome. With the Master fully prepared to destroy the Earth, the Doctor and UNIT — aided by a benevolent practitioner of witchcraft — battle the wicked rites of a secret science wielded by an alien from another world.

Propaganda

what is the most important quality of a good doctor who story, to have a strong plot, something to say, something new to try. all of these are positives, yes, but sometimes the best doctor who stories are just fun. sometimes they feature the master pretending to be the leader of a satanic cult pretending to be an anglican priest, remote control bessie, an alien who's basically the devil, a living gargoyle, a witch, and the doctor escaping being tied to a maypole by pretending to be a wizard. truly, this is the heights of doctor who, it is beyond fun to watch, i love it so much. If that’s not enough, then surely the fact that this has THE ‘the brigs an alcoholic and mike yates is gay’ moment (anonymous)

An Unearthly Child

Synopsis

Barbara Wright and Ian Chesterton, two humble teachers during 1963, are surprised by a bright student named Susan Foreman. Confused by the contradictions in Susan's knowledge, Barbara had decided to visit her home, only to learn that the address on record is a junkyard. She and Ian decide to wait at the location until Susan or her grandfather show up. There, they discover a junkyard inhabited by her grandfather, simply known as "the Doctor", and he doesn't want them lurking about.

When the teachers refuse to leave, they discover that an ordinary police box is actually bigger on the inside. The Doctor decides they know too much about his and Susan's otherworldly origins and takes them on a journey across space and time in his TARDIS, the place he and Susan now call home.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

What’s YOUR personal experience with these disorders? :-)

Hello anon! I know I’ve made this post before but it’s buried somewhere. So here it is! Buckle up folks!

I always struggled with bad periods. Heavy flow, horrific cramps, irregular timing. I just thought that’s what it is and everyone deals with it. I figured the pain I experienced trying to use tampons was all in my head, some psychological fear due to my religious upbringing.

It wasn’t until college that I realized maybe my experience wasn’t normal. Maybe people aren’t supposed to be in this much pain. Maybe something was wrong. My pain got to be so overwhelming that I went to the emergency room. After a rather traumatic experience, I was eventually told that I had ovarian cysts and one of them had ruptured, and just go to my OBGYN and take some Advil. (Great advice, wonderful care. /s)

PCOS was in my family history, and my aunts and sisters all struggled with it. My then OBGYN diagnosed me with it, but basically said the same thing as the ER nurses. Take some ibuprofen and birth control and get over it. A diagnosis doesn’t do anything.

I had another episode with cysts about two years later, after I was out of college. I knew what it was this time, and I knew they’d only tell me the same thing. Take Advil and stop crying. So I didn’t bother going to the ER, and I tried to deal with the pain on my own. My (much nicer) OBGYN monitored the two softball sized cysts on my right ovary, and said we’d just keep an eye on them until they went away. That worked for a while, but not for long. One night my mother insisted on taking me to the ER because I was practically screaming in pain. After another traumatic visit, I was, you guessed it, told to take Advil and go home. It was probably another rupture.

Except it wasn’t. The next day I visited my OBGYN for an ultrasound so she could see what was going on. I was called back later that night and told to come in for emergency surgery. The cysts were torsing my ovary and cutting off the blood supply. Very scary situation, I’d never had a big surgery before. I was rushed in for the laparoscopy. This procedure usually takes less than a half hour. For me, I was on the table over two and a half hours. The reason being, not only did I have two huge cysts, but I was discovered to also have endometriosis. The cysts and all my organs had lesions, and everything was fused together. My OBGYN had to scrape the extra tissue from all my organs, she said it was the worst case of endo she’s ever seen, and I must have the highest pain tolerance ever to not be screaming my head off all day long. It was during this surgery I lost my right ovary, dead from having no blood supply.

Recovering from that surgery took me six months. It was brutal and at times, humiliating. My insides were raw and my muscles felt like goo. The only good thing to come out of it was meeting my lovely physical therapist, whom I still talk to today.

Today, five years later, I still deal with PCOS and endo. I have it mostly under control with the depo shot and many other medications. But… I struggle to lose weight, I have high blood pressure, I have major chronic fatigue, I’m at risk for diabetes, I still have migraines and flare ups and GI problems. My health is always going to be a problem for me. I am always going to be battling my hormones. I am going to struggle getting pregnant, if I even can. I am always going to have the risk of losing my other ovary and going into early menopause. I can only pray that these two disorders don’t take away more from me.

finally getting sunglasses with my prescription because i haven't been able to wear them since i started wearing glasses at age 8. my mission to steal hei xiazi's gender is almost complete

good news !! found one of the doctor who specials that took me two weeks and the creation of a reddit account. the bad news, however, is i can count the pixels on one hand and the audio quality is akin to that of someone whispering reaaallly close into their microphone on a discord call past their bedtime

me in 2013: oh no doctor who series are so short they're just 13 episodes :(

me in 2023: fuck yeah doctor who series are so long they're 13 episodes :)

#25?

25. Based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

(ok prefacing this ask that I DONT have this, I'm just answering in the spirit of the ask. I was just having a conversation with a lady while waiting at the vet and she was recalling her life story)

I have worries about skin cancer and having a resistance to the painkiller lidocaine

Why is this Doctor always written like such a colonial?

This happened to me in a hospital appointment i was really scared about the other day. Turns out it was just a consultation but i actually nearly burst out laughing like 5 times it was so embarassing cause i was getting so red and it was obvious i was trying not to laugh in the middle of a fairly serious conversation. (yes i took my mommy with me)

mickey really deserves so much better

Work today was Ass enough that I’m still mad 2 hours later. So like quick vent.

Like the way that doctors will come up and LIE to my FACE about a patient they do not even have. Oh you need blood on the floor because your patient is “bleeding out in an elevator somewhere”? I can literally STILL SEE THEM in the OR from the window of the lab.

Like why do they think that one unit of blood for their patient who is stable and also NOT EVEN ON THEIR FUCKING FLOOR is more important than the trauma patient I have that’s going through 12 units every 20 minutes.

Also Calling me stupid and coming down to the lab in person to throw a temper tantrum is not the way to get me to help you. Like I literally had to yell at a physician to get out of my fucking lab before I called security?!?!??!!!!

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i fucking love my therapist

i need you all to promise that you know mademoiselle is not literally just the doll shu holds because that's not how plurality works . she uses the doll as a conduit of sorts she is not literally stored within the doll

im so sick of doctors (who know jackshit about allied health) referring kids w a disability to aba therapists