Some rando: You should think about stopping your prescription
Me: My pills make me not want to die tho
They: You shouldnât want to die, thatâs not normal
Me: Yeah thatâs why Iâm taking my pills
Again: But you arenât the *real* you when youâre on your pills
Me: Iâm the alive version of me
An actual doctor, once: âRelying On A Chemical Crutch For A Hormonal Imbalance Denies The Fortitude Of The Human Soulâ
Me: Cool so like Iâm agnostic
They: âBut you might be on pills the rest of your life!â
Me: âSo?â
Good! That means that I have a ârest ofâ my life to continue living!
Thanks to the pills.
Meanwhile, no person ever: âYou should think about giving up your insulin/antiretrovirals/beta blockers/anti-rejection drugs/prosthetic legs/daily multivitamin, because using those your whole life is bad for some reasonâ
Oh no, they do that too.
I have a kidney transplant. A woman once told me she didnât believe in organ transplants and that people should just die when theyâre meant to.Â
Sounds like a great set-up for a murder
People who are fully healthy, fit and neurotypical seem to think they are that way because theyâre doing something right that the rest of us havenât thought of, and not just because they got lucky
Speaking of the luck of the non-disabledâŚI once terrorized a Karen who was using me to teach her entitled kid that disabled people are Other and should not be treated with respect. I told her (truthfully) that until I was twenty-eight, I wasnât visibly disabled. Then a defective chromosome that I hadnât known about kicked in. So my luck ran out. But until then, I had been normalâjustâŚlikeâŚher.Â
The sheer terror on her face as the concept of âYou mean Iâve just been lucky so far?â seeped into her brain was a thing of beauty.
People who are fully healthy, fit and neurotypical seem to think they are that way because theyâre doing something right that the rest of us havenât thought of, and not just because they got lucky
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âYou are one stroke of bad luck, common viral illness, or traumatic event away from being just like meâ is honestly the most terrifying thing you can tell an abled person - and you should. I was healthy and fit and doing everything ârightâ too - right up until some inner switch flipped and my body crumbled right out from under me.





















