by chasingtheshiftinglight
the desire to pronounce words as they are said in their source language for the sake of accuracy vs the desire to not sound like a complete tool
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.
then they started fighting Covid precautions.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.
now my parents think climate change is a myth.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.
then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.
now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.
you can guess who they voted for.
i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.
when did they forget?
Mount Rainier National Park, Washington by Jojo
The embarrassing parts of a disability never stop being embarrassing. The visible parts don't become invisible. Some days you will notice the stares, the looks of confusion or disgust or intrigue, and you'll look inward and feel those same thoughts returning.
It's okay. You are allowed to be upset still, you can be upset and embarrassed for the rest of your life. You'll get used to it most days, but just cuz "it's been 20 years" or "i've been like this my whole life" doesn't make how you feel suddenly invalid.
You can mourn not being able to walk or run forever. You can mourn not being able to socially connect forever. You can mourn being pain-free, medication-free, disability-free. You don't have to "get used to it" or "get over it" so harshly. You can always cry a little, it's okay.
It's okay to be disabled, and it's okay to feel like it's not. You are loved no matter what ♡♡♡
ppl who hate chihuahuas are nothing to me
Places from the memories of my hometown... Odesa by the Black Sea... vast steppe... the history 💙⚓️
she/her. a collection of cool stuff, pretty places, advocacy, and sometimes fandom posts 🫒
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