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My name is: Michelle, but most people call me Dark online.
My gender-pronouns are: They/them/their.
I am: 27 years old, a feminist, an atheist, an omnivore, and an ISFJ.
The Feminist: Intersectional, body positive, pro-choice, and sex positive.
My privileged identities include: Female assigned at birth (FAAB trans* privilege), white, able-bodied, allistic (?), dyadic, monogamous.
My non-privileged/oppressed identities include: Gender-fluid, fat, gray-a, neuroatypical, and gay.
I have: Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Major Depressive Disorder, Dermatophagia, and Dermatillomania.
I like: Pets & animals, animal welfare, pet care & pet care education, ~*SCIENCE!*~, anatomy & physiology, roleplaying, anime/manga, computer & video games, rock & metal music.
The salvation army let a trans woman DIE and refuse to give shelter to two gay men but I’m suppose to be happy they don’t actively endorse ex-gay thearpy anymore?
Yeah, there are so many much nicer organizations out there. As always I love God’s Love We Deliver, who delivered hot meals to home bound AIDS patients even back in the hey-day of AIDS/anti-gay hysteria. No judgement, just actual… God’s love. Coming from an atheist, that means something! :) Anyway I think GLWD is local to NYC but there are so many great groups out there. Give to someone else, not Salvation Army (or Goodwill while we’re at it).
oooooh wait whats wrong with goodwill im not up on that D:
TL;DR They vastly underpay their workers because their workers are “disabled” with the justification “oh you’re blind, you work 1/3 as fast as ‘normal’ workers so we’ll pay you 1/3 the pay!” etc. It’s evil and bullshit and just…. ::shudder::
bOOOOO good will BOOOOO
I’m a disabled person, and I also work at the Disability Services Office at a college.
Not very long ago, a professor rushed into our office flustered and angry because
1. She had a blind student in her class.
2. She asked us how we planned to communicate graded papers to her student, since her habit was to write corrections on printed papers.
3. To which we replied, “Just send her an email instead of writing your corrections on the printed paper.”
How DARE we burden HER with so much extra work? More about how busy she is. More about how that gives an “unfair advantage”. (???) More on how could we possibly expect her to make such a drastic accommodation, which wasn’t fair to her or her other students.
How many emails do you think you send to your sighted students every semester? Dozens? Hundreds? How many classes of 25+ students do your teach every semester? How do you communicate with them?
This problem was entirely created in this professor’s mind by her own assumption that anything a disabled student could need was unacceptable, and a waste of her time.She returned to our office to complain several times over this.
She threw an actual tantrum over something she did for her non-disabled students every single day without even considering it.
Because “everyone knows” disabled people, whatever we might need, that need is too much. It’s a burden on abled people. It’s “unfair to everyone else (read: non-disabled people).
Many disability activists say things along the lines of “our needs aren’t more, just different”. Well, I have to say that even when are needs are the same, they’re still, apparently “too much”.
it’s incredible to me that people can vocally condemn the use of slurs in a non-reclamatory fashion but then when someone with a mental illness coded as “crazy” points out that “crazy” is actually a pretty fucking hurtful word which is often coupled with violence and abuse against mentally ill people there is just fucking silence in response
like, do you not realize that “crazy” is an enormously powerful word? when someone is labeled “crazy” that is a very real sanction for everyone else to dismiss what they have to say and to stigmatize them and isolate them and hurt them and remove their autonomy because crazy people aren’t real people, they’re not self-aware or complex or able to feel emotion or talk about their experiences, they’re just crazy. do you know how many neurotypical people literally believe it’s not only okay but commendable to imprison people explicitly just for being crazy
i don’t know how else to put this. don’t say “crazy”. don’t say it. i don’t care if it’s inconvenient for you not to say a slur, i don’t care if all your friends say it, i don’t care why you think it’s different, i don’t care, just don’t fucking say it
Not sure on this one tbh.
I have heard of Münchausen. It’s a psychological disorder in which people feign illness to get attention and sympathy. I can’t believe it has taken this long for someone to catch me in the act.
I’m just a giant scam.
It was hardest to fake the narcolepsy. It’s a neurological disorder that has a very definitive test. I needed to acquire magic brain powers to fool the monitoring equipment of an MSLT. I found myself a crossroads, buried some trinkets, and sold my soul for magic fake narcolepsy brain powers. That test was completely fooled.
It is hard to get a prescription for narcolepsy medication unless you actually have narcolepsy, so this all worked out great.
Depression was harder. They can actually do these MRIs that show what a depressed brain looks like.
The trick to faking this one is watching that Sarah McLachlan Animal Cruelty commercial 50 times in a row. After that, they basically throw the antidepressants at you.
As some of you may recall, I have actually had shock therapy for my fake depression. When faking stuff, you really have to commit. You can’t half-ass it. So even though I didn’t need it, I signed up to have my brain electrocuted. My favorite part was when they put the rubber in my mouth so I wouldn’t bite off my tongue. Sure it was scary, but I just kept thinking about all the sympathy I could get from that.
My next feet of fakery was obstructive sleep apnea. Here I am before my last sleep study hooked up to a bunch of wires.
The polysomnograph showed that I stopped breathing quite a few times during the night. This was hard to pull off because you have to be asleep while you stop breathing. The key was to sneak a small child inside my overnight bag. Pay them $20 bucks and they will periodically strangle you throughout the night.
The insurance company (who loves to pay for things people don’t need) bought me this cool mask I have to wear when I sleep.
Since I was only faking that whole “not breathing” thing, I don’t even turn on the machine. I just do Bane imitations until I fall asleep.
Of course there is my fake diabetes. Before my blood test I just drank a gallon of high fructose corn syrup. Then they gave me all these cool insulin pens.
I have to be careful how much I take, because if you take insulin and you aren’t diabetic, then you can go into a coma. It’s hard to fake illnesses in a coma. It’s better to just fake the coma so you can hear everyone talk about you while you are secretly listening.
Lastly is the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I thought this one would be a bit easier to fake since there is no tried and true diagnostic test. Unfortunately, getting a firm diagnosis ended up being tricky.
I had to travel 500 miles to Detroit to see a specialist. To my surprise, she actually had a battery of tests that give strong indications you actually have CFS. They took 31 vials of blood and many of the tests came back positive for those indicators. To do this I bribed the lab technician to sprinkle a retrovirus into some of my samples. Almost none of this was covered by insurance, so I had to sell my car and most of my possessions to see this doctor. And I had to incur substantial debt to pay for the treatment I received. What is a lifetime of paying off debt for a treatment that didn’t work when compared to the oodles of sympathy I receive for spending all my money on a “failed treatment”?
It’s nice to get that out in the open. Faking all these things that make me tired has been exhausting.