chronic yisus

carmen papalia:

From the series on replacing his cane, this is one where he replaced his cane with a megaphone and would stand at intersections repeating “I can’t see” until somebody would stop and help him cross the street

Another cane replacement, this time replacing it with a high school marching band who would change the music depending on if there was something in the way or not.

A museum intervention where he got people at the MET to go through the museum with their eyes closed and experiencing touching things he’d gotten permission to touch (the floor in this image) and just exploring a visual art museum blind.

The Blind Field Shuffle, in which he has dozens of people form a conga line behind him with their eyes closed and leads them on a blind tour of the city - literally the blind leading the blind.

Wish I could find a better photo, but this is a museum gallery he curated where the works are almost at floor height, making them accessible to children, little people, and people in wheelchairs, but requiring abled people to bend down or sit on the floor in order to see them properly.

try speaking neutrally about yourself!

“you fucking idi- it’s not that big a mistake.”

“you’re worthle- it’s okay.”

“you’ll never amount to- well, i’m doing alright, i guess.”

Cause it’s like, there’s these two separate people in my head and one of then hates the other SOMUCH that given the chance, it would kill the other, literally murder it

but it can’t

so it just HAS to say as many bad things as it can cause it’s the only outlet

If it was easy we wouldn’t need to do it.

If it was easy we wouldn’t be giving people tips on how to do it.

If it was easy we wouldn’t be struggling with the monsters in our minds, day in and day out.

Why wouldn’t it be hard?

That’s WHY we have to try. That’s WHY we have to keep fighting. That’s WHY you keep pushing and working with it. Because if you do, it gets a little easier. If you do, you path the way for your future self, if you do, you start to see why we have to do it.

Of course it’s hard.

Do you know how long I’ve hated myself? Do you know how hard it was to start doing this? Do you know how hard it was to put down the knife and the pills and pick up the phone, pick up my soul, three separate times in six years? Do you know how many more times I had to lock myself away to try and fight off the demons and the monsters?

Of course it’s fucking hard. But that’s not a reason to give up. That’s the reason to keep fighting.

If it wasn’t hard, we wouldn’t be ill.

If it wasn’t hard, we wouldn’t be tired.

If it wasn’t hard, we’d all do it.

But hard isn’t an excuse. It isn’t a reason.

It’s why we have to try.

I hated myself for twenty fucking years. I am finally starting to like myself. I’m finally starting to be able to pick up myself and go “no, this isn’t a big deal, I can keep going.”

So of course I see where you’re coming from - you’re coming from where I was, two years ago, three years ago, four years ago, five, six, seven, eight years ago.

And that’s why I reblogged this. That’s why I believe in this. Because honestly? No matter how much that little voice says “you’re worthless”, you can keep saying “i’m all right, i guess.” and eventually, that starts to work. And it can take months, it can take years, but fucking hell it works. Because you find these teeny tiny reasons to live, to find worth, to enjoy yourself.

You find reasons to breathe and reasons to get the rest of the help you need.

Of course it’s hard.

Able bodied person: haha you’re gonna sleep well tonight!

Me: haha yeah