My New Method To Avoid Eye Contact Is A Low Cut Top And A Push-up Bra.

this is so fucking cool

Disability Pride Month 07-11-20: doctor, decked

[ID: 2 ink drawings in sequential comic format. /Image 1: Panel depicts a bipedal raccoon sitting on an exam table. A doctor cat sits across from her and says: “The scans all came back normal, so I think your pain must all just be anxiety.” /Image 2: The raccoon covers her eyes as she punches the doctor with a “POW!” The doctor says: “ow!” The raccoon says: “Oh does that hurt? I can’t see it so it must all be in your head!” /END ID]

“Broken arm, huh? Have you tried eating more celery?”

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everytime I have to repeat my symptoms to a different doctor I feel like it’s a courtroom style cross analysis waiting for me to trip up

update: the guy who sexually assaulted me at a party did wanna take me to prom. it was just that the OTHER guy who sexually assaulted me at a party lied and said he didn’t wanna go, out of jealousy. awesome

koyoltzintli, "evil eye," 2010/2013, archival chromatic print

I hope Barbie is so good and successful it makes every executive that’s turned everything bright and fun made for young girls into edgy boring teen dramas for the last ten years spontaneously combust into flames

I don’t think healthy people every really get chronic illness.

I have a friend I know from when we were both 6. She is the only person living nearby and so she saw me go from walking through limping to wheelchair on a daily basis. I keep her updated on my health even tho we rarely hang out anymore. She was gonna come over yesterday and I had to cancel. She asked if I can’t hang out later that day. When I said i won’t feel better later, that if I feel that bad in the morning later will only get worse she got annoyed and “joked” that I’m just finding excuses. And I was surprised, she knows all about me being disabled after all? So, a bit taken aback, I told her it’s a normal thing for me.

“But you got the diagnosis now, aren’t you better?? I thought you’ll get better now”

She was honestly surprised and it made me realize a thing. They don’t get it. They don’t get that getting diagnosed only equals benefits like welfare or parking spot for us, and sometimes better pain meds but that is just like pushing luck. That it’s a forever thing. That that one day we felt good a week ago was just a bright spot and doesn’t mean we won’t need our aids anymore, cause chronic illness is not linear and will make a great comeback in next four hours, and the next good day is planned on when we’re 70. Cause when abled people are sick, they get better. And our illness is just an excuse for them. And when we say we will never get better they think we’re being dramatic and pessimistic. And I don’t think they’ll ever get it, cause to get it you need to live it. And I want my friends to stay healthy and not go through hell.