artists either wear ugly ass comfort clothes or The Most Extra Shit i’ve never met an artist who just wears jeans and a nice shirt i’m convinced they don’t exist
If you see an artist with jeans and a nice shirt (often flannel) it’s almost always an animator
When people ask, “How can I tell if someone is disabled or just lazy?” I think about my parents.
My parents have known me my whole life. When they’re not actively contemptuous of me, they do seem to be somewhat aware of my general personality and character. In one of his nicer moments, my dad has called me “sweet-natured.” They can tell that when I make them a surprise breakfast or lunch that I enjoy being helpful and doing nice things for people.
They know from watching me grow up that I have always had trouble keeping my room clean, getting homework done, and keeping my desk tidy at school.
The longest I can push myself past my limits is about nine months. Then I collapse and end up less functional than I was before I pushed myself. This has been a pattern throughout my middle and high school years. I would go to public school for about a year, and then collapse and have to do the rest of my education at home. My work history follows this pattern, too.
I once sat in a therapy session with my dad to talk about the constant struggle we were having at home because he wanted me to help out more and do better in school. When he asked me why I didn’t do things, I broke down in tears, because I couldn’t explain it. “I just CAN’T. I want to, and I CAN’T.” Nobody listened.
My mom asked me why I don’t do things, and I said, “I just can’t. I sit there for hours trying to convince myself to do things, and I can’t. Move.”
And she said, “Don’t think about it, just do it,” completely missing the point.
When I got older I found words for the things I was dealing with. I got professionally diagnosed, and I’d look up information about my diagnosis and e-mail articles to my parents explaining what my disability is and why I can’t do things.
My parents have firsthand information about my character (helpful, likes doing things for others) and my history with disability (can’t consistently keep things clean, can’t manage a daily schedule). I’ve talked to them extensively about my diagnosis and given them information about it. They have known me my whole life, and I’ve always been this way. And they still, STILL choose to believe I’m just a bad person who doesn’t try and doesn’t care.
My disability isn’t invisible, people refuse to look at it.
People like problems they can yell at. They like having a target for their frustration. They don’t want to admit disability is real, because they want problems that they can either solve, or blame someone else for. And the disabled person themself is their scapegoat, someone who can’t ever opt out of their role because the disability is never going to go away.
“My disability isn’t invisible, people refuse to look at it.”
hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak
socks are quieter than bare feet on tile/wood and for the love of god don’t wear slippers/shoes if you can help it
climbing ON the furniture will disrupt the pattern of your footsteps and make it harder to hear where you are in the house
crawling will do the same and if you get caught crawling you can pretend you fell
the floor near the wall can be really loud if the floorboards/carpet is old and not completely flush to the wall
do NOT attempt to use a rolling chair to travel without footsteps. they are extremely loud and hard to steer
Also. Breath with your mouth and not your nose. Your nose will whistle. Trust me. If you need to get into your fridge, jab your finger into the rubber part that seals the door closed and create a tiny airway. This will prevent the suction noise when you open the door. When drinking liquids (juice mostly), pour out your glass (or chug from the jug) and replace what you drank with water. If it was full enough in the beginning, no one will notice. DO NOT STEAL ALCOHOL. THEY WILL NOTICE IF IT’S WATERED DOWN. Bring a pillowcase for dried foods like cereal and granola. It helps to muffle the sound it makes when it pours.
If your house has snack packs (like gummy bears or crackers or chips), count them every day until you know the rhythm that they get consumed. (This took me a week and a half with my twin brother and sister). Then join the rhythm when you make your nightly visits. It will be that much harder to figure out it was you.
KEEP A TRASH BAG UNDER YOUR BED FOR WRAPPERS AND STUFF BUT DONT FORGET TO THROW IT OUT WHENEVER YOU CAN. BUGS YKNOW. Hope this helped.
some more generic #abusetips by rae
observe your abuser’s patterns so you can learn how to avoid them when they’re prone to rampages/being drunk or violent, etc.
if you have siblings and can safely do so, talk to them. it’s easier to deal with this stuff together.
carry around something small (pocket knife, etc) that you can use to defend yourself in a pinch.
avoid alone time with your abuser AT ALL COSTS.
password your phone, password your laptop, clear your search history, don’t leave anything for someone to get angry at
become familiar with your surroundings (neighborhood/woods/city/whatever) in case you need to run away. look for motels within walking distance and memorize their locations
if your parents don’t make you food or there isn’t much in the house, pasta and cheese is amazing. cook some pasta (macaroni or really any other kind), put some cheese on top (again, any kind) and microwave that bitch for :45 and you have yourself a surprisingly filling meal with only 2 flexible ingredients. if you’re tired of/don’t have cheese, ragu/tomato sauce is great too. i could alternate those 2 meals and live on it for weeks honestly
document EVERYTHING, as it happens. abusers are great at twisting your memories and making you think you’re exaggerating in your mind. write down abusive things that are said or done to you (or take pictures) so you can use them to reassure yourself later that the abuse isn’t in your head. don’t do this if you don’t have a secure place to keep the proof.
and my favorite
have a small bag (walmart bag or equivalent size) that has a few days worth of essentials ready to grab and go! fit some stuff like
– money ($20 ish, more if you can) – a water bottle or 2 – granola bars – light jacket – change of clothes – flashlight – tampons, hand sanitizer (amazing for cleaning w no water)…
and whatever else you need and can fit into a small bag, and keep it under your bed or in an easy grabbing location. i call it the Shit Hits The Fan bag, for if you ever need to just book it outta there asap.
if you can store one in your home somewhere and one outside (in a weather-resistant location like a shed or in a tree) it’s even better.
Practical, not sexist or supposed-to-look-hot female armor which actually protects you.
Look.
Look at the lack of tit cups.
Bonus:
argument: captain phasma’s armor is supposed to look hot. but, this is the crucial thing, it looks hot from the point of view of the character herself, and makes perfect sense in the context of the story.
“Phasma had the armor polished in chromium, which had been salvaged from a Naboo yacht that had once belonged to Emperor Palpatine of the Galactic Empire, the First Order’s precursor.”
phasma has spent like all her life in the first order, as a storm trooper. you ask any storm trooper ‘what would be the sexiest possible modification to your armor’ and none of them are going to say ‘cut a boob window’ they’re gonna say ‘plate it with something HARDCORE’.
after they finish high-fiving, they will probably add, ‘AND STICK A CAPE ON.’
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