reblog if you ship a ship that's unhealthy, toxic and fucked up
If you advocate for mental health awareness, but joke about things like intrusive thoughts and schizophrenia, think it’s disgusting and lazy when people who are depressed can’t do things like showering or cleaning their room, use terms like “narcissistic abuse”, and believe that having ASPD, BPD, or NPD makes someone a bad person, you are not a mental health advocate. You don’t actually care about helping people or de-stigmatizing mental illness, you just want to make yourself feel like you do. You can’t pick and choose what disorders and symptoms are acceptable, and which ones make someone a bad person. Either you support everyone, or you support no one.
and if you’re neurodivergent/mentally ill and you do any of those things, you are part of the problem. there’s no such thing as “good/moral” disorders, or “bad/immoral” disorders. We all need to have each other’s backs.
https://www.tumblr.com/xxxcany0us33m3xxx/770837579959549952/hi-i-hope-you-are-doing-well-can-you-help-by
jovialnightcat (previously scentedtacomaker, bluecloudllama, sostudentbarbarian, fulldelusioncupcake, craftyangelcollective, and myavenuesheep) / eUnice'margwel' is a documented scammer.
here is their post archived november 16th as myavenuesheep: https://archive.is/v0vdE
here is fulldelusioncupcake on november 19th: https://archive.is/va4o8
here is craftyangelcollective on december 14th: https://archive.is/m1BVx
coincidentally, the eUnice'margwel’ paypal account was linked in this post to run an entirely different scam: https://www.tumblr.com/kyra45/763314716539060224/vettedverified-as-a-scam-please-report-their
https://www.tumblr.com/scam-alerts/767165985387118592/scammer-alert
https://www.tumblr.com/slenbee/769631048907833344/list-of-current-scammers-part-3
https://www.tumblr.com/u-reblogged-a-scam/769874949281349632/do-not-donate-your-money-to-or-reblog-any-posts
they are currently running this exact scam under the username nuttykittenglitter with the paypal name Virginia Adungo. some past tumblr accounts that have run this scam were eunice-2-magwerl with the paypal account name Magwerl Onyango, alfayothesoftwareaudit with the paypal name Alfred Onyango, pinkkidcreator with the paypal name Eunice Odira, shadypersonnut with the paypal name Eunice Eqira, and perfectpiratewonderland with the paypal name Jamillah Vilinga
would you mind deleting their scam from your blog, or clearly labeling it as a scam so it doesn't spread to others? please remember you can use the tumblr search box to search the username/paypal account name/text used by people asking for money to check if they’ve been proven to be a scammer
Oh my god, I didn't know that! Thank you for informing me.
more vent below the cut, see warnings
The passive suicidal ideation that comes with having a physical disability is hard. I'm sure I'm not the only person who feels this way. I grew up with an ever-increasing pain tolerance due to my condition to the point where ripping nails from my nailbeds became Just One of My Habits, because it hurt less than my condition, and having my nailbed be deformed anyways before that habit formed certainly didn't help. I was the kid who always tried in sports, even if I was never athletic. I was the kid who got an A's, even when going to school was exhausting and painful and, to be honest, I was and still am really convinced that my inherent worth is attributed to what work I can produce. In all the jobs I've worked, I've done what I could, even if it wasn't...Enough. In moment like these, where my head is clouded with exhaustion and I lay in bed, in too much pain to do anything but tap my achey and tingly fingers on a keyboard as every movement sends sharp stinging pain up and down my entire arm region and drips down into my torso, and I have to get all my work done, but I can't. Think. I can't. Move. I feel like I'm an old cat, just waiting to die, except I'm a young adult human being who just wants the pain to be over. It'll never be over. This isn't to say I'm actively suicidal. I'm not- At least not anymore. Just living in a body that is in agony all the time gets hard. Really hard. And I start to wonder and think about how good I would feel if I could just slip into a sleep and not have to wake up to the pain, and the exhaustion, and the lack of limb functionality, and the fainting, and the falling, and the humiliation, and the shame- And I sometimes wish I could die, before everyone realizes how much of a disappointment I am because of this. I can't work up to the same par as everybody else can, even though I manage to get everything done up to a very good quality, it take some about 4x longer to do it compared to an able-bodied person. oinfdgionfdnndndnnnfvfn
Day 8: 'Problematic' Ship Dynamics I <333333
hey so God why did you make Late January feel like a very foggy snuff film haha no offense just like. why
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you ever just be thinking about The Happenings and your brain is like "Well actually Abuser X was a lot worse to you than Abuser Y.. Abuser Y only raped you once and beat you only a few times, the rest of their abuse was emotional and they're getting better, unlike the much worse Abuser X!" and you're like, "Okay, brain, that's an objective statement, Abuser X was worse than Abuser Y. What about it?" and then your brain pulls out the "Maybe you should cut Abuser Y some slack, then... I mean, you're just being bitter at this point... I mean, compared to Abuser X, Abuser Y is like an angel! You shouldn't still be mad at Abuser Y or still hold them accountable!" and then I'm like "Oh, okay, stfu then."
and then your brain gets all whiney and doubles down like "And you shouldn't even be mad at Abuser X, either, since he really was nice to you at times and you know he wouldn't have done that if he himself wasn't hurt-" and then you're like "fuck you" because you're secretly the Fuck You Guy
imagine your doting f/o(s) taking care of you during a flare up! giving you your meds, helping you brush your hair, making sure you have everything you need before settling in with you.
if you want a distraction from the pain, they'll tell you about their day, make small talk, put on your favorite tv show, whatever you want!
they'll make dinner for you (or order something if they can't cook), soothe you through your pain, cuddling and rocking you back and forth, letting you cry into their shirt, etc.
just.. doting f/os comforting you <333
the way many self-proclaimed disability activists on Twitter automatically and without even thinking about it, treat a fellow disabled person (Luigi Mangione) like a fictional character, like he’s “representation”, like he’s not a real person experiencing real violence and incarceration in the real world, like his disabilities are character traits instead of a tangible source of suffering, goes to show how divorced many of these “disability activists” are from their own communities and their own histories. I honestly see it as no different from referring to a wheelchair user as “that person in the wheelchair” instead of using their name. we are real people. we have feelings. you are not the main character and this is not a tv show or a movie. internalize this
my social media page is not your childs fucking daycare. i dont have to cater to YOUR children on MY page. why dont you watch what the fuck your kid is doing online and quit getting pissed at random adults that theyre seeing adult content on a website that allows adult content.
im cringe and i just want to like posts. (he/him+profdx+college+proship)
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