#simh

The second last interaction the Six Eared Macaque has with a projection of his conscience amidst his fractured psyche. This is the moment he tries to solidify his plans fully and distance himself from the words buzzing endlessly in his head.

But they wouldn't stay silent for long.

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I've worked for a lot of places now. All of them fire me for the same reason. "Time Theft" or "Unreliable" as if on the day they hired me I didn't tell them some variasion of "hey, if I don't sit down and ground every hour or so I forget things and it makes me panic." Every time they tell me, "that's fine just as long as you get your work done."

Funnily enough, I've never been fired for being a bad worker. I always get praised for my work, even. But when they realize when I've told them "I need more breaks" it means I need more fucking breaks they don't like that. Because they never agreed to me taking sit down time like they agreed to.

And what pisses me off the most? All the visibly disabled people that got off easy. The downs employees that got jack shit done. That I had to pick up for, that had worked there for years. The wheelchair ridden who worked at half the pace. The folk with nerve stuff going on that can't work without another person with them at all times.

All of them getting all the passes they want. But me, the person with the memory disorder. My wife, with adhd who struggles with larger workloads and organizing it. My friend, who's "functioning autistic" and needs far more instructions than most. None of us get shit. The second those of us with disabilities that can't be seen are disabled we're tossed.

I'm fucking sick of it. I'm sick of giving these scummy fucks more tax breaks because im on pwd. I'm sick of being told my accommodations will be met, only to be fired when using my accommodations. But no. We're just lazy. We're bad workers. Because despite being disabled, we can't get the same amount of work done as the neurotipical employee.

I want to be clear here. All my hate is towards the employer. Not the visibly disabled. They benefit from a system I suffer from, and that isn't their fault.

(^_−)−☆ HWÆT ☆−(−_^)

known as ben but my name is jade

ask me about mouse organs

24, he/they/she, white tme

disabled + i wont elaborate

idk my gender dont ask

in a relationship with CHASE ‼️‼️

For October, I've decided instead of participating Inktober, I am going to commit to a smaller scale project, since working full time and being a mom all the rest of the time doesn't give me much time to spend on drawing daily.

So I am committing to making small zine with my abstract pen and ink art based on the kinds of drawings I sketch in my "Static in my Head" journal.

I've finished the front page. By the time I'm done I should have an 8.5"x11" sheet of paper filled with drawings.

If you haven’t read it yet, don’t look at these as they’re references but also spoilers; if you HAVE read it, then you’ll know what these are:

Oh hey. Um. 

Well, classes start tomorrow, which is a good and bad thing. Good because when I’m pressed for time instead of sitting on my ass all day I actually seem to get way more writing done. I don’t get it, but there it is. 

"Don't you worry a little hair on your head, grandpa will fix everything."

Clover is feeling a bit nervous about his great-great grandfather's intentions...but...he's family, right? He wouldn't hurt him on purpose....right?

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