There’s nothing like falling in the snow while trying to scrape off your car, not being able to pull yourself back up, and watching everyone who drives or walks by making an effort to NOT look at you to make you feel completely helpless.

I tried a couple times to get up by myself, but the tire wasn’t giving me enough leverage and the hood was too high and slippery. I ended up having to scoot through the snow to the passenger side door (after pushing enough snow away to actually get it open) and then I could crawl inside. Because, you know, nothing makes you feel less stupid and helpless then having to crawl into your car.

Yeah, dad, you’re totally right. Being disabled is super easy. I can do anything I want! Nothing will hold me back! As long as it never includes going anywhere that doesn’t have chair-height objects around to pull myself up with when I fall. BUT OTHER THEN THAT I COULD DO ANYTHING.

Hey guys, for future reference, if you see an amputee sitting in the snow, asking if they’re okay or need help would be nice. Chances are they’re not doing it for shits and fucking giggles.

needlesslycomplicated:

ventiii:

Came across this little story on Livejournal when I was looking for inspiration for my creative writing class. Thanks to Toni’s blog, I remembered how much I loved this.

25 LIVES by tongari

This has all my sobs right now. Good lord.

adventuresinuntiltedlives:

merocrush:

This may be the most romantic thing I read all year.

I… Yes.

(Source: ladoddsy)

That is AMAZING. I need to make pajama pants like that. Our house is so freaking cold in winter. Except I would probably never get dressed if I had pants like that.

the-absolute-best-gifs:

This was the single funniest thing I have ever seen a president do.

I’M STILL LAUGHING.

I will never not reblog this.

(Source: christophernolans)

incurablehippie:

flutterflyinvasion:

Society demands that we keep overcoming, overcoming, overcoming. But we don’t have to. Nowhere is it written that to be a really real human you have to brute force your way through your limits. Nowhere is it written that not doing so makes you less worthy. For most people, constantly refusing to acknowledge that you have limits is seen as a problem. We all have limits & we are supposed to acknowledge them, know where they are, work within them.

But when you have a disability, it’s like everyone expects you to push past your limits all the time. They want to be inspired, or they want to not have to deal with the fact that a disability means “there are things I cannot and will never be able to do”, even as they expect me to know there are things I can do that they will never be able to.

So we are pushed to keep ‘overcoming’, and if we can’t we are failures and lazy. But if we can, we aren’t really disabled. It’s a no win either way. Our choices are be burned out or be looked down on even more, be told we aren’t disabled because we can do xyz or because we can’t.

Brilliant.  That is all.

Re-reblogging for truth.

Fuck yes. My dad does this to me all the time, one particularly memorable email ended with him saying “They say it’s a permanent disability, but I don’t see how that would ever hold you back.”

…Really? Because I could list SO many ways. Like, number one, I can never have my dream job. I cannot work with big cats. You know why? BECAUSE I ONLY HAVE ONE LEG YOU FUCKHEAD. And oh yeah, the cancer will have killed me way before I could possibly get in a position to have a job like that. But clearly being an amputee with cancer would NEVER hold me back. That’s just from laziness! YOU’RE GONNA GO FAR, KID.

…Holy shit, I’m bitter.

(Source: djinnstorm)

Reblogging this really just to say that at first glance I thought he was wearing pants made of quilt and I got really excited that such a thing existed.