#ableism check!

i use a cane and i’m mad about it. but usually i can stand up long enough to do a quick shower in the dorms. i’ve been really struggling to do that lately.

i have a foldable stool just in case but i hadn’t used it yet. it felt like using the stool was letting the illness win.

and then i got this text while i was complaining about it:

use your mobility aids! don’t show up empty handed to this knife fight, bring your knife and cut a bitch.

it was so nice to shower and actually get my hair clean. i feel so much better AND i didn’t pass out naked on the floor! double win!

my body: WE HAVE NOT SLEPT IN DAYS. EVERY FOOD IS POISON. I CAN’T BELIEVE WE JUST HIKED ALL OF MOUNT EVEREST AND THEN SMASHED OUR KNEES WITH A HAMMER! DID YOU KNOW THAT EVERY INDIVIDUAL JOINT IN YOUR HAND CAN HURT INDEPENDENTLY??

a friendly reminder that sometimes the weather is ableist. fistfight it at every opportunity.

so obviously my medication is a self-administered injection.

today was the FIRST TIME i successfully did the injection alone! there was no tech malfunction, no panic attack, no expensive intramuscular liquid dripping down my legs. so it’s a party over here!

internalized ableism check:

are you getting the help you need?

i understand that it’s scary, but there are people who want to support you.

you are CAPABLE. you are LOVED. you can DO THIS.