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It has been literal years but every time I see Martin’s tweets posted somewhere and his word is shared as truth while her post is not shared it sort of reiterates the fact that we trust men to speak about feminism more than we believe women who experience it. 

Adding screenshots of her post. His whole post is there without needing a link. Hers should be, too.

My grandmother got married in 1962, to a young man in the military. For a wedding present, their parents bought them a house in a nice suburb. White picket fence, whole 9 yards. Not long after they moved in, the next door neighbor planted a mullberry tree on the side of his property, near my grandparent’s driveway. Nothing seemed amiss, but if you know Mullberry Trees, you know that sh*t is about to get real.

she lost it in a monster attack

when she first woke up, she was really disoriented and fell out of her bed in the infirmary.

it took Will twenty minutes to calm her down enough to explain that she lost her leg and that they had to amputate it

two weeks recovery in the infirmary, strictly bed rest

it was pure torture

Clarisse kept trying to get out of bed, to the point where Will threatened to handcuff her if she didn’t stop

every morning after the third day, she woke up to Chris holding her hand

once she was finally allowed to move around, she started with a wheelchair.

this, was also a lesser form a torture

it didn’t take her long to build up the arm strength to wheel herself around, but she had never realized how many stairs camp actually had

it also didn’t take her long to realize that it was next to impossible to maneuver a sword in a wheelchair

she was limited to spears and not much else

it took three weeks of full wheelchair mobility before she finally sucked up her pride and talked to Will about her options other that this

he sends her to cabin nine

Leo and Nyssa make her a prosthetic leg, made more for speed than strength, but still durable

needless to say, it still takes some getting used too, after all, she’s gotten used to there not being any weight at all from the mid-thigh down since two months ago

she uses crutches for the first week before saying ‘fuck it, I can do this’

Chris still helps her around more than she’ll ever admit

learning to walk to some leaning on tables and Chris and walls and solid things in general

she felt like a toddler sometimes, but Will said that was normal, since she was having to learn how to walk again, in a whole new way

Chris would sometimes (when they were alone, of course.) take her hands and hold them up high, letting her use him for support as she took steps on her own, so she could focus more on building the muscles than her balance

that first morning when she was able to get out of bed and walk around, do her morning routine, and get dressed without help from anyone or anything, the entire cabin cheered for her

she snapped at them to shut up, but she smiled anyway

the first time that Clarisse ran without tripping up in the first few steps, Chris is beaming

He was still grinning ear to ear when Clarisse caught up with him and tackled him to the ground

learning to fight was a whole different process

she fell more often than she would care to admit, and refused anyones help in getting back up

‘I can fucking do this on my own dammit’

Clarisse could slash dummies up, but in real spars she still fell to her knees sometimes when she dodged

even when she trained enough to be able to spar and fight, she was still not on par with what she was before

Clarisse still favors her left leg as she moves, and it’s obvious if you look

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