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* I was suspended for multiple days

* I was suspended for one day

* I received at least one “in school” suspension

* I was never suspended but I did get Saturday and/or after school detention

* I was expelled from school

* I was never suspended (or given detention)

* it’s complicated

* see results

of course i will start pacing for hours when I am locked up with nowhere to go. of course i will start screaming, and tear apart my room, and hurt myself when i am given no other options for exercising autonomy. of course i will become paranoid and start hearing things when I am under 24/7 surveillance, 15 minute checks, and cameras in every room. but every action i take is then used as evidence to fit me into a system of symptoms and diagnosis that are further used to justify my continued incarceration—it becomes an inescapable labyrinth, it becomes an irremovable cycle. every attempt to argue against their flawed interpretations just ends up as another bullet point on my medical record: "Patient lacks insight."

psychiatrists treat themselves as inherently and perfectly neutral—seeing themself not as an actor who is actively engaging and contributing to our experiences but as a removable spectator who can somehow cordon themselves off from madness (lest they catch it from us—don't you know madness is contagious?) the first confinement of psychiatry is the kind of confinement the psychiatrist does to themself: locking their emotions/perceptions/opinions behind the guise of scientific, objective neutrality. there is no psychiatry without confinement: they are bedfellows who rely on each other from the very conception of the field.

i could make a satirical joke about diagnosing psychiatrists with "Thinks They Can Be Neutral While Ignoring Their Material Conditions" disorder, but i don't want to reify their system of classifications even a little bit. What I want is to destroy the entire fucking system. it drives me crazy to watch this dynamic play out again and again and again with no recognition that putting people in conditions of confinement drastically shapes the way that we can then exist in that space.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

https://sundown.tougaloo.edu/sundowntowns.php

This website has a clickable map where you can see suspected and confirmed sundown towns by state, as well as information about whether these attitudes are historical or current.

reblog for the link

Please reblog this because legitimately what the fuck is wrong with that town

It wasn't close I beat the pants off that man, and others like him. I did it more than once. Some guys got humble and stayed. One guy got angry and stormed out.

And I think about that every fuck damn time I hear that bullshit, which seems to be all the fuck over the place these days. Oh, women are just fragile little soft delicate flower creatures who can't do ANYTHING and could NEVER compete with big strong manly muscular strong MEN.

I think about driving that dude into the mats and seeing the brutal reality of this big dude's misogany meet the realization that a woman was beating his ass literally that second, that none of his strength could stop the fact that I'd just hip thrown him facefirst into the mats and that had I actually connected with the axe kick to his neck I would have crushed a bunch of important shit and he could not stop me, and his whole psyche collapsing like a dying star in that moment.

Cowichan sweaters are a style of sweater made by the Coast Salish people of Canada, who are and were incredible knitters and spinners and once sheep came to Canada, did really well making these sweaters that they were able to produce super quickly and the sweaters themselves were super warm and the designs were fun and culturally significant and admired and so the sweaters were really popular and still are, to this day. Authenticity has long been an issue, as many people can knit something in this style but that doesn't mean it's made well or with good yarn or by a Salish person, giving the money and credit where it belongs for the designs.

The Mary Maxim company apparently based their design on one from a trade show in Edmonton (I don't know whether this would have been an authentic Cowichan sweater or a knock-off, since apparently by the 50s, the sweaters were frequently being recreated by non-Indigenous people). I can't really tell the background of the founders of the company but it doesn't seem like they're Indigenous, and the word "Cowichan" isn't mentioned a single time on their website, so no credit is being given for this sweater design that's making them loads of money and that has been their staple design (to the point that Wikipedia says the sweaters are also commonly referred to as "Mary Maxim sweaters") for probably around three-quarters of a century, at this point.

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