
jupiterwinds
Member
- Jun 5, 2022
- 28
I lost yet another friend today, a disabled and chronically ill friend at that. We met in a support group virtually during the pandemic. We have some of the same illnesses and trauma history. Long story short, they haven't been there for me for a long time. Then they sided with someone who is C19 denying and perpetuating harm against people like us but told me I'm being unfair for saying that bothers me and makes me feel less safe and trusting toward them. Everyone loves to lash out at me when I hold them accountable for ableism, C19 denial, disability denial. I'm sick of this. I'm the pandemic killjoy. The "faker" and complainer. People act like they care then shit on me the second I need something or disagree with them about something. Then suddenly I'm a burden, unreasonable, lying.
I'm autistic. I'm honest to a fucking fault. I feel how I feel. The pandemic is objectively oppressing people like me and so is irresponsible behavior around it. Yet one by one, my friends show me that they never cared about vulnerable people and/or they never believed that I'm disabled. I'm not even speaking to my mom, who was my only family support and I need help from to survive. That's how serious I am about this. So no, I'm not letting nonsense slide.
I'm in so much physical and emotional pain. My partner is emotionally abusive but I'll likely live with him the rest of my life, however long that is, because no one else will shelter with me and help support me, even though now he doesn't have a job and is more disabled than he was so nothing is certain but he does have family willing to help, at least for now. It's a mess. And I can only talk about this here. I keep wanting to tell people what I'm thinking. I'm even scared to do it here, honestly. But I also know it'll just get me put in a hospital and I'll get C19 there, which is my absolute worst fear right now, so fuck that. It wouldn't actually lead to help. It never has before. It won't make my mom decide that my life matters more than her yoga cult. Or make my partner stop being abusive. Or make my dad finally care enough to help me survive instead of telling me I'm not really disabled, even now with my huge stack of medical records and diagnoses. They'll just label me "crazy" and send me back into a broken mental health system yet again, a system that harms disabled people and does nothing helpful for us.
I'm so so so angry. I'm sick of being treated like absolute garbage for having needs, for being disabled, for caring about the pandemic, for not wanting people to be selfish assholes and kill or further disable me and people like me. The pandemic is the final straw. I see no hope. This will completely upend society as we know it in all the worst ways, especially with climate crisis, mass shootings, other pandemics. It's a total mess and my life will keep getting scarier and smaller. I'm not afraid of dying. I'm scared of getting even sicker because I know no help is out there.
I'm autistic. I'm honest to a fucking fault. I feel how I feel. The pandemic is objectively oppressing people like me and so is irresponsible behavior around it. Yet one by one, my friends show me that they never cared about vulnerable people and/or they never believed that I'm disabled. I'm not even speaking to my mom, who was my only family support and I need help from to survive. That's how serious I am about this. So no, I'm not letting nonsense slide.
I'm in so much physical and emotional pain. My partner is emotionally abusive but I'll likely live with him the rest of my life, however long that is, because no one else will shelter with me and help support me, even though now he doesn't have a job and is more disabled than he was so nothing is certain but he does have family willing to help, at least for now. It's a mess. And I can only talk about this here. I keep wanting to tell people what I'm thinking. I'm even scared to do it here, honestly. But I also know it'll just get me put in a hospital and I'll get C19 there, which is my absolute worst fear right now, so fuck that. It wouldn't actually lead to help. It never has before. It won't make my mom decide that my life matters more than her yoga cult. Or make my partner stop being abusive. Or make my dad finally care enough to help me survive instead of telling me I'm not really disabled, even now with my huge stack of medical records and diagnoses. They'll just label me "crazy" and send me back into a broken mental health system yet again, a system that harms disabled people and does nothing helpful for us.
I'm so so so angry. I'm sick of being treated like absolute garbage for having needs, for being disabled, for caring about the pandemic, for not wanting people to be selfish assholes and kill or further disable me and people like me. The pandemic is the final straw. I see no hope. This will completely upend society as we know it in all the worst ways, especially with climate crisis, mass shootings, other pandemics. It's a total mess and my life will keep getting scarier and smaller. I'm not afraid of dying. I'm scared of getting even sicker because I know no help is out there.