Confused Banshee

So yeah hi! I'm Loon, she/her/whatever i don't really mind. I do art but i also do a lot of screaming and rambling. If you want to see all my art in one place AND with a meticulous tagging system, check out my art blogs! @l0onacy for personal art, and @l0onie for fandom stuff :>

I,, might swear a lot.

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Finally set up my personal art blog @l0onacy! as an archive for my coursework + personal work. Gonna keep @l0onie for my fanart archive (tho ill have to clean it up soon)

via @ninjahijabimuse​

and he asks if i'd consider his diabetes a disability, because for him it doesn't usually mean he can't do anything, it just means he can't do stuff the same way non-diabetics can

i thought abt it for a second, then i said "yeah, because even if you can do the same stuff, it comes at a cost. and there's other stuff you've gotta do and keep track of"

"yeah. your chronic pain's the same way. you can do the same stuff, but the pain and rest later, that's the cost"

I got denied for disability after waiting 2 ½ years for a response and the wording in the letter pissed me off. So I wrote a poem about it.

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Poem transcript under the cut

no one fucking tells you this so here it is:

when signing out forms to apply for disability / filling out a form for diagnosis

you’re supposed to fill it out as you on your worst days

like, I filled out forms that said I could do most things usually

like, my doctor added in the conditions like “yeah, they can feed themselves when not stressed” “they can do this when not stressed”

but how I should have filled it out was more like

“some days I can’t feed myself” “some days I can’t leave the house”

My doctor didn’t even know this, but I talked to someone who had worked with people with both developmental and intellectual disabilities for a number of years, and she told me to write down how it is for your bad days

this should be a thing they tell you, but it isn’t

Now, if you have any kind of disability, you know it's fucking annoying go have people make you explain something over and over again, or have people go "oh, you have X? You mean, like the [awful stereotype] thing?"

So, I have realized recently that being Vague As Shit is great for making people leave you the hell alone.

I have autism and anxiety, and with that comes the symptom of selective mutism. If you don't know what that is, Firefox is free. But I had an episode where I couldn't speak today in one of my classes, and knew I would have to explain it to my partner and probably my professor.

This usually goes with me writing that I can't speak, them asking why, me saying selective mutism, and them asking me what that is. Then I have to painstakingly write out an explanation. And, obviously, I'm tired of this. So I tried something new. When he asked, I simply told him I couldn't speak, and when he asked if I physically couldn't or just didn't want to, I just opened my mouth and unleashed the terrifying, awful, broken stuttering that comes out when I try to speak while mute.

His response was "OKAY OKAY OKAY YOU CAN STOP NOW" and he did not question me for the rest of class, and even explained to the professor what was wrong when she tried to make me popcorn read.

This also works on doctors. When I tell doctors I have PCOS, POTS, or hEDS, they usually hear "oh the crazy women self diagnosis disabilities" and treat me accordingly. So, instead I drop unhinged symptoms until they leave me alone.

"Yes, my last menstrual cycle started on December 12th, 2025 and ended January 28th, 2026." "I have experienced several events where I have passed out randomly, yes." "My hip has subluxated six times in the past week."