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Don’t be too quick to interpret the moment. Just keep quiet. My encouragement would always be: never think anything is against you, everything is blessing. Why should it be different? Just be quiet. Let it all work itself out.

in case you needed more proof that neurotypical mental health professionals are dangerous to the people they’re treating: a study proves that clinicians are prejudiced towards certain diagnoses and more likely to not treat the patients as well as those who haven’t been diagnosed with them.

the idea of people having to be ‘useful’ is just so gross, like people do not exist to be used

“Having to like DO THINGS is SO OPPRESSIVE. No one had to like DO THINGS before evil capitalism. In ancient times food, water, and shelter just existed and everything was taken care of for me”

I’m not saying nobody should ever do things ever, I’m saying people don;t have to produce to an arbitrary standard in order to prove their right to live

actually there’s significant evidence in terms of Neolithic burials that disabled people who would not have been able to hunt for themselves (the archaeological evidence mostly shows mobility disabilities because it’s visible in the bone record) were well fed and cared for by their communities

sources because I’m on my laptop now!

I particularly like how bloodblond89 takes op’s original point of “people have worth, specifically worth that can’t be valued in a cost benefit cash analysis” and turns it into “so I guess you just want everything for free!”

What’s fucking terrifying is that they are a psych major.

She is strong, in ways you do not know how.

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.

It’s funny the things you think will last forever when you’re young. I figured I’d work until I died. But even work stops at some point. And you find yourself looking around, taking stock of your life, and you realize that you don’t give a shit about where you worked, or what you did to bring in money, but you care about the lives you touched. The love you shared. The family you created. You care about who is standing beside you when the shit hits the fan.

“i didn’t mean to” isn’t an apology

Look, I don’t want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you’re alive you’ve got to flap your arms and legs, you’ve got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you’re not alive.