My jaw is hurting from clenching it so hard and augdhshdud. I hate this. My spine hurts badly too and my overall body is killer. I'm so fucking sore.

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My jaw is hurting from clenching it so hard and augdhshdud. I hate this. My spine hurts badly too and my overall body is killer. I'm so fucking sore.

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"autism can cause motor issues therefore i can call myself a cripple" what if i crippled you like. for real
Not so fun fact: my high schools policy for disabled fire evacuation was just to not
This needs to be talked about more, I’m sure my school wasn’t the only shitty one. We had no evac plans for our disabilities. We just had to stand next to the elevator and wait for help to come or for someone to call it drill and send us back, traumatised, to our classes.
When I moved to my college, they had to tell me what a personalised evacuation plan was. When we had a fire drill, my new teacher had to guide me out of the room as I shook in fear from the times we had sat upstairs on the third floor smelling smoke from a kitchen fire and not knowing how big that was or if someone was gonna come get us.
I was lucky, back then, that 2 sixteen year olds were in their last year, and had done this countless times before. They comforted me while I freaked out. That one was a drill. When there were fires, they were small and easily controlled, but when those came I was older, I comforted the younger students as we all stood there with the stench of burning filling our nostrils. Sometimes we’d move up the hall to the hallway balcony areas and lean over to see if the cafeteria was the culprit. We’d text friends outside asking for explanations, updates. Was it real, was it drill, where is the fire?
Sometimes I find myself beating myself up. Sometimes I say there was never any real threat, stop being dramatic.
But that’s not fair, no teenagers, no children, should have to spend a day every few months in fear waiting for a fire that might not be there. It’s cruel and it’s fucking lazy.
i really do believe that psychological and neurodevelopmental conditions can cause physical disability. (tourettes causing pain and fatigue, schizophrenia causing catatonia, anxiety causing heart problems, autism and dyspraxia causing motor skill issues, etc...) many conditions can be both mentally and physically disabling.
but it feels disingenuous to describe yourself as "crippled by a psychological/neurodevelopmental disorder" while entirely avoiding calling yourself Physically Disabled.
the principles of cripplepunk specificies the exclusion of abled bodies and acknowledgement of the intersection between mental and physical disability.
cripplepunk is specifically stated to be by and for physically disabled people, so if you do not consider yourself to be physically disabled and you use the word "cripple", you are not cripplepunk. you are ableist.
only i am allowed to be upset about being disabled. not the people who refused to believe i was. not the people who refused to accommodate me. not the people who chose to forget to make it easier for themselves. not the people who got rid of accommodations because they were getting in their way. not them, me.

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it is so exhausting to live in a body that’s not able to do as i want. try as it might, my body cannot jump, cannot run, cannot do the things i wish it could.
it isn’t my body’s fault. i remind myself of that constantly.
it isn’t my body’s fault that the home i found in it feels more like a prison these days. so i try not to hate it. i try to cope and make jokes and pretend that it doesn’t sting when i can’t do things i used to be good at anymore, like ballet and basketball.
but some days i just want to run again. and my body is no longer able. and that’s okay but it still hurts.
It's so bittersweet when someone tells us they hope we feel better soon upon seeing our braces & cane, assuming we have a sports injury or something </3 it's very kind of them to send well wishes, and we appreciate that, but in the back of our head we know this is chronic and that it's forever and that it's only going to get worse, and those well wishes serve as a reminder of this fate