I want a mommy too
I thought becoming a mother would heal me
Although my son’s tender cuddles do warm me
It does not console my inner lonely child
I thought having a good mother in law could do
Although her support and strength inspire me
Her presence isn’t soothing to my brokenness
I’ve tried to fill this void in many ways
Yet I find myself having to accept the absence
Of a mother who is unconditionally there
A mother who knows me because she is me
A mother who loves me because I am hers
A mother who doesn’t judge and just shows up
A mother who feeds me without me asking
I’ve met many wonderful mothers who love me
They say they feel motherly towards me
They say they see me as another daughter
But I can feel the distance
And it’s not because they don’t love me
And it’s not because they don’t mean their words
It’s only because no one can love you like yours
I tried so many times to get mine to love me
Despite her illness and despite her toxicity
But she has no love to give
She has no capacity to take any responsibility
She can’t fill the void for she is a void herself
She has no warmth even for herself
She only takes from others
She forced me to not only be motherless
But to give her motherly love
And I wonder
If I’ve lived other lives
Did I have good mothers?
Because this lonely feeling has always felt familiar
As a little girl, it felt fitting to be alone
The abuse and neglect didn’t feel so shocking
And oh the despair, to feel fated to this
To feel like there’s no place to flee this
This desperate feeling
This dreadful feeling
This deafening feeling
That this kind of love I yearn for just isn’t for me
-PF
put spikes on your wheelchair's handles. wrap barbed wire around your cane or crutch so it'll hurt like a motherfucker if someone kicks or grabs it from under your hand. wear a personal alarm and pull the pin every time someone moves you without your consent, leans on your chair, takes a seat on your rollator, taps your hearing aid, steals your AAC device. scream for help when you're abducted. wail like you're in agony when people trip you up or knock into you. take pepper spray to the grocery store. take a knife to the club. leave cards that say "fuck you" under the wipers of inconsiderately parked cars and scratch access codes for bathrooms on the outside of the door. we are not begging for mercy, we're fighting dirty. we have to.
Ok
Pov: you are autistic
You got your headphones on. You're playing loud soundtracks from anime/video games/movies etc, you're vibing out, you pretend you're running at bad guys, dragons, monsters, whatever, ready for battle!
BUT!
Somebody WALKS into the same room as you WHILE you are having this vibing stimming moment and you see them, and you feel SO embarrassed like you got caught with your hand stuck in the cookie jar.
Like
Fucking RUDE!!
I was in the MIDDLE of something.
DO
YOU
MIND?!!!!
Me: I don't know which of these things is my favorite.
Also me: You can call both of them your favorite.
Me: No, whichever is my favorite defines me. And A has always been my favorite. B is more of a recent favorite.
Also me: ... why can't both be your favorite?
Me: BECAUSE MY FAVORITE DEFINES ME.
Neurotypicals take drugs to experience everyday shit for neurodivergent people like “Bro I was so high I had to turn my tv down to taste my pizza” yeah that’s a Tuesday night for me
“women in STEM” what about women in Victorian nightgowns? women in bloodstains? women in creaking old houses, and a state of barely contained homosexual desire?
hey i don’t know who needs to hear this but your pain is bad enough. when you are used to pain, it’s easy to think that only a 7/10 or higher is reason to rest or be kind to yourself or even just to count as bad. your pain does not need to be the worst you’ve had to deserve treatment. your pain does not have to be as bad as someone else’s to deserve treatment and compassion. if you are in pain enough to be thinking about it, you are in pain, and that pain deserves compassion.
I hate the idea that I have to be good and well-behaved bc I'm disabled. I'm an evil little guy who exists to cause mischief in a redneck town
Wait what's a buildings fire evacuation plan if you aren't supposed to use the elevator to get down
if USPS has a million fans, I'm one of them
if USPS has 5 fans, I'm one of them
if USPS has 1 fan, that is me
if USPS has no fans, I'm no longer alive
if the world is against USPS I'm against the entire world
till my last breath I support USPS
I joke but actually USPS is the literal lifeline for so many housebound disabled people who receive lifesaving medications through it- especially housebound people in rural areas. so many private shipping companies do not serve rural areas. try getting anyone else to drive hours into the middle of nowhere to deliver. try it. not all disabled people live in urban areas. USPS saves disabled lives ‼️ without USPS many housebound disabled people will die.
USPS is a disability rights issue
I go by Bisho. I'm chronically ill, Autistic, and Physically Disabled. I love Horror Games and Kirby so much. I suck at social interactions online and in person.
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