Oh look, ableism.
I saw people mentioning this sort of thing earlier and went to look for myself and take some screencaps.
Can’t do the caption, this feels like a punch in the stomach…
I verified, this is true, this exist…
THEY HATE US AND WANT TO EXTERMINATE US…..
In the creation of supercrip stories, nondisabled people don’t celebrate any particular achievement, however extraordinary or mundane. Rather, these stories rely on the perception that disability and achievement contradict each other and that any disabled person who overcomes this contradiction is heroic.
To believe that achievement contradicts disability is to pair helplessness with disability, a pairing for which crips pay an awful price. The nondisabled world locks us away in nursing homes. It deprives us the resources to live independently. It physically and sexually abuses us in astoundingly high numbers. It refuses to give us jobs even when a workplace is accessible, the speech impediment, the limp, the ventilator, the seeing-eye dog are read as signs of inability. The price is incredibly high.
| — | Eli Clare. “The Mountain”. Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation. 1st.South End Press, 1999. pp. 8. (via nekobakaz) |
Because God is all about punishing parents through their children.</sarcasm>
Can you imagine what a blow it would take on someone’s self-esteem to be regarded as a punishment to your parents? Seriously, if God is like that (and if he exists), is he someone worth respecting?
I was regarded as a punishment to my parents. I believed I was.
I’m so sorry for you, this is… Urgh!!
Anonymous:
Allistic/Neurotypical/Able-Bodied Privilege is not being told that you were born with your neurology/disability as God punishing your parents for not worshipping him.
Or punishing your parents for turning away from the religion they were brought up in, or punishing your parents for whatever.
Oh I hate that so much
lol conflating disability and DEATH so casually that nobody but disabled ppl notices.
So the thing is, most of this belongs at the bioethics conference, but, but, jesus.
I remember being in high school and not being sure why, exactly, college had to be a thing, because I was going to be dead by the time I was thirty.
(Two-thirds of the way there and I still can’t see more than ten years down the line and maybe, maybe a small part of what I’m doing is motivated by now or never, I’ll do this right.)
Why would I be dead by the time I was thirty? Well, every other girl like me never seemed to make it to womanhood, it only stood to reason.
At some point, and I’ve told this story so many times and it never stops making me want to cry, I started hearing about other disabled people. People who were older than me, people who weren’t about this thing is going to kill me one of these days, people who weren’t about living with, living with, living with, not dying from disease, people who were disabled and alive and not sick, not dying, but raising hell and building lives and screaming, screaming, screaming when we were being killed.
People who used words like we.
I thought, we, yes. We. Okay. We can make this work.
lol conflating disability and DEATH so casually that nobody but disabled ppl notices.
When you are disabled, when you are traumatized and vision-impaired and autistic, even and maybe especially when you haven’t been given those access codes yet, you learn to see yourself as the walking dead. You are vast swathes of nonexistence, cut off and left for dead at every missed milestone and swapped pronoun and bruised shin and scar on your face. There are Other People, Normal People, People, and then there is you, and you are defined by the parts of yourself that match to everyone around you, and then the vast swathes of nothing. Disability is absence, disability is inability, disability is death, and you are a woman in a refrigerator.
It takes you a while to learn that you aren’t the one who put you in the refrigerator.
It takes longer to learn that it wasn’t your body, either.
A lot of us never get to the point where we can say it was you, you tried to kill me, you made me think I was dead, you screamed about the injustice of putting me in a refrigerator while you, you were the one killing me.
lol conflating disability and DEATH so casually that nobody but disabled ppl notices.
And you made me think it was my fault.
One day, I will write a speech that isn’t this one, this choked and untitled remixed stew of you tried to kill me, and you made me think it was my fault, and now you will listen.
When you’re disabled, you see death everywhere, and it isn’t because your body stands out or doesn’t stand at all, it’s because everyone talks about you like you’re in a refrigerator, like you’re not real, like you’re dead.
And it kills you.
They kill you.
lol conflating disability and DEATH so casually that nobody but disabled ppl notices.
What I am trying to say is that of course, of COURSE, of fucking course we notice, because we can’t not, because the bioethics conference has one day for beginning-of-life issues, where they try to cut us out, and then a day for end-of-life, for those of us who slipped by, because last week twins in Belgium asked the state to kill them because no one ever told them that they didn’t have to go into the refrigerator.
What I am trying to say is, my friend has a friend who uses a wheelchair and didn’t get screened for breast cancer because she’s already dead, right?
And you, you, every single one of you who said we are helping, we are saving you, something cruel and unjust has been done, and then you made disability mean death and shoved us into the fucking refrigerator. You killed us.
I didn’t know how to die until you taught me.
lol conflating disability and DEATH so casually that nobody but disabled ppl notices.
Question: if nobody but disabled people know that disability and death are distinct and not overlapping concepts, does anyone really know? Or are we just trees in the forest, falling (well, growing, would be the point,) with no one to hear?
What I am trying to say is, I am now Someone Who People Meet, and I know that there is a vast we out there, and I know that I am living and a woman and disabled and that none of these contradict, and I dragged myself out of the refrigerator by the skin of my teeth and said you will listen to me now, and this evening I felt sick when some friends offered to transcribe something for me, and I still can’t see myself making thirty.
And what I am saying is, this thing is going to kill me one of these days, and what is going to kill me isn’t going to be my back screaming at me or my eyes turning off or my head going through a wall, it’s going to be everyone who says we’re just trying to get you out of your refrigerator.
I pulled myself out of the refrigerator you put me into the day you started grading people into people and cripples. I pulled myself out the day another woman in another refrigerator told me, like passing on a secret, we aren’t dead yet. Someone let me out of your refrigerator, and you can never put me back in there again.
lol conflating disability and DEATH so casually that nobody but disabled ppl notices.
I’m disabled. I’m not dead. I’m not in a fucking refrigerator. I am living, living, living, and I am screaming, screaming, screaming.
And, just in case you should care…
Yeah. I noticed.
A few days ago continuing through today, I saw several posters like these in subway stations along the A train line while visiting Washington Heights:
[Description: A poster depicting the World Trade Center towers burning during the Sept. 11th attacks next to a Quran quote reading “Soon we shall cast terror into the hearts of Unbelievers.” The poster advertises TruthaboutQuran.org and the American Freedom Defense Initiative. On the poster is a disclaimer from the MTA saying that display of this poster does not represent the MTA’s endorsement of its contents or message.]
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
I sent a message to MTA’s customer service page, and this is what I said (pasting here so that people can copy if they want):
When I stepped off the A train on my way to my friend’s apartment in Washington Heights, I was shocked to see posters depicting the World Trade Center towers on fire next to an out-of-context quote from the Quran. I find it appalling that the MTA approved such a poster, even with the disclaimer that it did not represent the views of the MTA. Even with the disclaimer, it sends the message that the upper echelons of the MTA are apathetic toward whether or not they promote hatred and violence against Muslim Americans. The MTA should not tolerate the promotion of ignorance and prejudice against any minority religious group, and should remove the American Freedom Defense Initiative’s posters immediately.
Join me in demanding that the MTA takes down these posters immediately.
@Draggle:
Check the actuallyautistic tag. Another potential cure-but this one’s grounded in science, unlike the rest. It’s one with a chance of ‘success’.
Well, I’m trying to make fraking sense of it.
It’s a trial, I don’t think it will be a success - I do, however, think people with authority will pretend it is a success if they can at all do this.
These kids are very young, obviously not consenting. They’re babies. Approximately 15 months, it looks like. This is dangerous and unnecessary. My immediate worry is for Madi and Tavi. They were born this January. Their brains were classified as atypical in July. They have a family history, they’re biological offspring and siblings and they’re… informationally in databases. In short, my immediate worry is that they could be forced into this next summer. ”Do this or lose your babies” forced. And such force would be widespread.
All I can hope is that it doesn’t come to that, for anyone. Hopefully this is just another dud or at least something that cannot be enforced.
Yes, I’m scared for them.
TW: TRANSPHOBIA, APOLOGISM, RACISM, OUTING
starkholme-syndrome, or known to several of my friends as cas, is a racist trans*-hate apologist who is planning onoutingmy close friend who is transgender to their mom.
he is unapologetic about his actions, and before has said and done some incredibly racist things- when I called him out on it, I was sent incredibly triggering messages by his friend which he laughed off.
he has claimed that my friends and I, many of whom are transgender, have turned being trans* into a “fad” and have on many occasions invalidated our identities.
i could stand it until today. now he has forced my close friend to tell their parents about their gender identity or risk having him do it for them.
this is not fair. this is terrifying.
DO NOT BECOME FRIENDS WITH STARKHOLME-SYNDROME.
please. for your own safety and the safety of the people around you- he is ruthless. he does not listen to reasoning or begging. i do not want him to ruin any more lives.
sighs a lot.
yeah signal boost this please.
he is a really nasty person, and you really don’t want to associate with him holy shit.
OK Signal Boost
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Pretending You’re Oppressed: The New Internet Fad (via mohandasgandhi) (and a lot of those real voices are also on the internet and are not to be mistaken for the above-mentioned silly internet people) My (humainsvolants) comment begins here: Maybe I didn’t understood this right but is this again one of those posts claiming that otherkin and other weird identified people are claiming oppression and causing all the internet to forget that real oppressed people exist ? Because this is just Wrong! as far as I know. 1) Most Otherkins and other people whose identities are considered silly are actually not claiming to be oppressed, I don’t think a whole group of people should be ridiculed or accused just because of what is said by a few of them. 2) I didn’t see all of this by myself, but according to what I heard those who do have written some of the most egregious things (I hope I used the right word, my english is not perfect.) under the identity of otherkins were actually trolls creating entire blogs pretending to be otherkins to mock them ! So it seems to me that here, it’s actually the mocking people who are trivializing oppression, not the mocked! 3) The idea that only rich white cis straight neurotypical able-bodied people have these identities is a fallacy, did you know that the people I learned about these identities from where people of colour, trans and/or disabled ? 4) Even if the word oppression may seems too much, I don’t think it’s an excuse to trivialize the very real issues and hatred these people have gone through because of their identities by pretending that they are all just a bunch of bored privileged people just trying to look special… I do think that oppression or not, regularly receiving death threats on the internet is a f°cking serious matter… and should I mention that I know of at least one case where people attempted to KILL someone because this person happened to be otherkin and another person was raped because she outed herself as otherkin… these are act of hatred, this is serious!!! 5) I also think the quote is completely missing the point, if people forget the existence of oppression I don’t think it’s because of “silly people appropriating oppression” really oppressive people or people who want to deny their privileges use this argument to justify themselves being oppressive or not giving a shit!, It seems to me that this is a very common tactics used even against people who are from a group that is unarguably oppressed, using the example of someone from that group who has said or done silly or actually wrong thing, or used fallacious argument, as an excuse to dismiss the entire group and the oppression they may be facing. I think that actually respectuous decent people won’t brush off the entire possibility of the existence of oppression just because one person one day happened to wrongfully pretend to be oppressed. 6) Also I think it’s rally f°ck°d up and wrong to condone the mocking and the bullying of an entire group of persons under the pretense that some of them ayed something that was wrong and problematic. Arguing is fine, but TO MOCK AND BULLY THE IDENTITY OF PEOPLE OPPRESSED OR NOT, WHO DIDN’T DO ANY HARM JUST BY EXISTING I FIND IT UTTERLY WRONG, ESPECIALLY IF THESE PEOPLE ARE A MINORITY AND ARE NOT IN POWER I DON’T THINK THAT THE AMOUNT OF HATE AND HORRORS THAT SOME OPPRESSED PEOPLE HAVE TO DEAL WITH ON A DAILY BASIS SHOULD EVER BE USED TO DISMISS CONCERNS WITH PROBLEMS THAT WHILE LESSER ARE STILL VERY REALS. SOME PEOPLE GET PTSD OR COMMIT SUICIDE BECAUSE OF BULLYING, SOME PEOPLE SPEND THEIR ENTIRE LIVES HIDING, PRETENDING THEY ARE SOMEONE ELSE TO EVEN THE CLOSEST PEOPLE THEY HAVE IN THEIR LIVES BECAUSE THEIR IDENTITIES SOUND “SILLY” AND THEY FEAR THE MOCKERY AND BULLYING. I DON’T THINK THAT THE FACT THAT SOME PEOPLE LIVE EVEN INFINITELY WORST THINGS SHOULD MAKE US BELITTLE THIS, TO THE CONTRARY I THINK WE SHOULD WORK ALL THE WAY TO NOT ONLY ABOLISH ALL THE WORST KIND OF OPPRESSIONS BUT ALSO ALL THE OTHER F°CK°D UP KIND OF BIGOTRY THAT CAN CAUSE SO MUCH HARM OR RUIN LIVES… ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU REALIZE THAT THERE IS A LINK IN THE PREMISES OF ALL THIS SHIT. SO I AGREE THAT WE SHOULDN’T FORGET ABOUT REAL INDUBITABLE CASES OF OPPRESSION BUT I DISAGREE THAT IN ORDER TO DO THAT WE HAVE TO PISS ON “ALL THOSE SILLY INTERNET WEIRD-IDENTITIES PEOPLE” |
This is my first post, and it will be difficult to write.
I’ve been reading the otherkin tag for a while and hearing a lot of things about how the worst things that otherkin have been through are being harassed on the internet. I wish that were true, but it isn’t.
I’m fae. I’ve known this for a long time, long before I even started using the internet. But that’s not what this post is about.
I have always been very shy and did not tell anyone about my identity for a very long time, until I was 13. I had just started high school (I skipped third grade) and met a boy in my English class. I’ll call him Ryan. He was very kind to me and we became friends. He truly was my first close friend. After a few months of friendship, I opened up to him and told him that I was fae. Ryan, in turn, told me that he was a therian and completely accepted my identity. I was absolutely thrilled. Here was the first true friend I had ever had, and not only did he accept me, but he understood me.
A bit later he invited me over to his house, which I had been to before. When I got there, however, there were three other men there, quite a bit older than I was. One was a junior at our school and two of them looked older and I think they might have been in their 20’s. I didn’t really know who they were, but I figured since I was with Ryan it would be okay, since he said I was his best friend and the only person he could talk to about being otherkin.
So we sat down and after a while one of the men said “So you’re the fairy, huh?” I was confused and hurt that Ryan had told these strangers about me. I didn’t know what to say, and they laughed and I became a bit scared. The way they looked at me frightened me, so I stood up and told Ryan that I should probably go. I tried to leave, but one of them grabbed me before I could leave the room and said “Let’s see how good the fairy fucks.”
I struggled and tried to escape, but they were too strong. They gang-raped me. All of them, including Ryan. They laughed and jeered at me and called me retarded and delusional for being so stupid to think that I was fae. One of them, while he was raping me, hissed “Am I crushing your wings right now, you fairy whore?”
They stopped abusing me for a while, and I curled up in a corner. They started mocking me. It turned out that once Ryan heard that I was fae, he found it hilarious and told these “friends” of his. They thought maybe they could “teach me a lesson” about not being stupid and “delusional” by abusing me. So Ryan lured me into trusting him by pretending to be otherkin. After a while they started abusing me again and did things that I don’t want to describe because I can’t.
When they finally let me go I could barely walk. They refused to drive me back to my house because “Aren’t you a fairy? Can’t you just fly home?”
I’m not writing this as a sob story. I’m writing this to show people that we’re not just “harassed on the internet”. I was raped because I’m otherkin.
I was raped because I’m otherkin.
I don’t know if anyone will read this, but I wanted to write it anyway, even if no one reads this. If you do, thank you for listening.
This is… I’m really so sorry… I can’t…
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