I Know Violence Doesnt Solve Problems But A Little Stabbing Couldnt Hurt Right?

I know violence doesn’t solve problems but a little stabbing couldn’t hurt right?

Just a tiny bit?

A slightly aggressive poke?

Shout out to the ten year old who just got diagnosed. Shout out to the housebound fourteen year old. Shout out to the eighteen year old who can’t go to the university they wanted. Shout out to the twenty two year old who can’t get a job. Shout out to the twenty six year old with a caretaker. Shout out to the thirty year old who can’t buy their own house.

Shout out to young disabled people. We exist.

Why is it that when you have a chronic illness everyone insists on making it about them and the inconvenience it causes them and not about the fact you have a lifelong disability?

You don’t have to be on the brink of collapse to use your mobility aids.

You don’t need to be limping to use your cane. You don’t need to be staggering to use your crutches. You don’t need to be falling over to use your rollater. You don’t need to be too weak to stand to use your wheelchair.

They’re there to help you and you are never too “strong” to be using something that helps you.

Screw it.

I got dressed today and I’m fucking proud of myself. I brushed my teeth and I’m proud of myself. I got out of bed and I’m proud of myself. No achievement is insignificant. Things people so often take for granted are accomplishments on their own especially when you can’t take them for granted anymore.