We don't have control of our care, what doctors/specialists we see, if doctors will believe us, and if we'll get the treatment we need.

We don't have control of what medication or surgeries we can get because of finances, insurance, and doctors not taking the severity of our symptoms seriously.

We don't have control over the cost of being ill and disabled. We rely on governments and insurance to support us but more often than not, that falls through.

We don't have control of our independence; we are often stuck in toxic situations or relationships because we can't afford to leave and we need their care and shelter, despite how bad the situation may be.

We don't have control over accessibility, where we can go, when we can go, and if we will be accommodated.

We don't have control over our bodies. New symptoms appear, we decline, and all we can do is wait in uncertainty and see what direction our health is going.

But what we do have control of is our hope.

We hope that we will be able to maintain things enough to get by.

We hope that maybe things will get better.

We hope we'll find people who support us.

Comparing people in different situations as if they are both given the same chances to achieve the same results when they aren't is so detrimental. Be kind to yourself, keep things up at your own pace and don't let anyone (including yourself) make you believe you are not good enough because you have different ways of navigating through life.

You are not boring, you are not too late, you are not lazy or incapable. You have potential in you, but this needs to be brought into surface according to your own body, your mind and your needs, instead of expecting you to perform the same way as people who are don't struggle with what you do. It's an unfair comparison to begin with and it leads to nothing but more suffering. Be confident in yourself, no matter what others think and try to watch yourself when making comparisons.

putting their hand on their subs leg as theyre sitting next to each other

visibly marking up their sub with hickies and bitemarks

collars

letting their sub wear their clothes

putting their arm around their subs waist / on their lower back when someone is looking at them for just a tad bit too long

holding their subs hand a lot

collars

I want desperately roaming hands, gentle but also groping.

I want hitched breathing and involuntary moans. I want it all to go on and on, and on some more.

Being a a man who wants to choke a woman on your cock, and also pull out her chair is not contradictory. Drying her tears when she burns dinner, and wanting to beat her ass with a paddle until she cries, are not contradictory. It’s okay to care about her favorite book, what happened at work, and why she thinks she doesn’t deserve that new sweater. It’s also okay to enjoy that whimpering sound she makes when you pull her hair, and want to smear her makeup with your cock while she edges herself for you. You can hold her when she stubs her toe, and still want to fuck her ass so hard she begs you to stop.