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For my disabled, brown skinned to dark skinned kin who have been gaslit with this type of messaging - “If your grandparents could do it, then why can't you?” - this article is written for you.
I invite you to embrace the idea of generational capacity, so we can stop gaslighting ourselves, and have the tools to resist when people gaslight us.
This is an excerpt of my article on Patreon.com/theSapphicSiren and Ko-fi.com/theSapphicSiren
We have less capacity than the generation before us, because we inherit the bodies our ancestors have already broken down beyond its capacity. This may not hold true for everyone. If it doesn't fit for you, don't worry about it. But if it does fit your experiences -
It's not fair to blame it on the generation that the car breaks. Every generation is accountable. It was cumulative.
The same car was passed down generation to generation, neglected, with the red engine light permanently on. It's only a matter of time before it gives out...
"She went all the way to Cuba and back in it , and you can't even make it to the driveway.” Yes, but their cars weren't starting off at the same capacity. The grandmother pushed the car to its limits , out of necessity, perhaps , and didn't take care of the car...
the car is already so worn down, neglected, and broken down, with the red engine light always on. It sputters out, disastrously on her first year with it. Imagine someone tells her - “You know your grandmother could do so much more with that car...
Let's say the daughter doesn't get any check - ups done on the car. She notices the engine light on, but she needs to pick up her kids from school, is a single mom with no time, and can't make a pit stop. By the time the granddaughter gets the car -
Think of a car that is passed down through generations. Due to necessity, oppression, poverty, etc - let's say that the car was neglected by our grandparents. They had to keep going without any gas. They then pass down this car to their daughter...
My chronic illness hasn't let up and I'm still in the worst of it. Have barely been able to come up for air. I would appreciate & need more people to compensate me for my writing on Patreon.com/theSapphicSiren or Ko-fi.com/theSapphicSiren - it'll help me survive, recover, and also write more.
Thank you to my body for still existing despite living in a society that makes us sick. Thank you to my body for demanding better - for never settling , and showing me a society that pois0ns me is not okay. May my body lead the way.
Thank you 🤎💙 to my body for housing me and doing the best se can. Thank you to my body for showing me I'm ill even when I've convinced myself everything is okay. Thank you to my body for holding onto the truth - ancestral and my own.
We have less capacity than the generation before us, because we inherit the bodies our ancestors have already broken down beyond its capacity.
I thank my body for being ill.
I thank my body for showing me that there is something to heal.
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I live in a mold infested low income SRO (single room occupancy) which is causing my illness & mobility to severely decline. I need support to move to safer conditions.
Cause the problem,
Then sell us the band-aid -
That's always been
C4pital!sm’s choice of w3ap0n.
It's not survivor's guilt. It's pain for those I wish were here with me.
I'm definitely willing to try , I mean we probably aren't in the same city anyway and it needs to be over the phone but I just wanted to explain why those were my needs and why that's made it so hard for me to have any community, just as context u know 😭
That it's harder for me to really express myself fully that way. Also if we never meet and it's only long distance, that's still something, I still value those friendships, it's just hard without any in person interaction, touch, and help 😭. That said tho
That'd be nice , it's just , I don't know how else I'd communicate with people... especially if we ever had the opportunity to meet in person. Typing it out in English and showing it on my notes app or texting works sometimes but that's where I've noticed...
Looking for people who:
1. Wear masks for covid still
2. Understand Tamil and/or ASL
3. Actually reply to texts more than once a month
4. Don't discard me at the first conflict and give me room to explain a misunderstanding
Feels like I'm searching for a needle in a haystack.
Thank youuuu
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I live in a mold infested low income SRO (single room occupancy) which is causing my illness & mobility to severely decline. I need support to move to safer conditions.
Or, they are disabled too and/or long distance, in which case , they aren't able to help me with stuff even if they wanted to. It's just hard. Friendship, community, or romantic connections, they all have unreal levels of barriers. They just don't seem possible for me.
And unfortunately, when you're disabled like me , you're not often given the possibility to be casual with people. For people to even consider accommodating to my specific needs, or helping me cook, etc, they'd probably have to consider me to be someone they're very close with.
Especially when most sapphic people I meet also happen to be polyamorous...which is fine but they already have their main partners, it feels like. Especially if their primary partner(s) are in person while I can only be long distance, it's just...I know I wouldn't be a priority.