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once I got past all the snark and 'OOOOHH, JUST SHUT YOUR PRIVILEGED ASSES UP AND FUCK YOU' which was m whole responce most opf today


'I am so seriously fed the fuck up with this place, actually. I haven't been a regular here for a loooong time, and I almost never evern read comment threads here, because of these types of issues. I'm stunned by the idea that ON A FEMINIST BLOG we should be having the debate as to whether it is too much to ask not to use oppressive language, and that mods should be active in addressing it? Are you people actually serious? Do we not expect people at more general progressive/liberal sites to make a fairly honest effort to moderate their spaces so as not to allow sexist speech, or we wonder how truly progressive/feminist friendly they actually are? Do we not expect those mods, if not to know for sure what it offensive or not, at least to Listen and Act when it is pointed out? Are we asking for so much more here? Can someone tell me what is different here, that feministing shouldn't be held to the same standard?'
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I'm finally acknowledging that yes, my mental illness is disabling. I have depression and anxiety to the point where even well medicated, it prevents me from what most would consider 'normal functioning.' Most days, getting up and interacting with the kids is my absolute maximum I can do, leaving me spoonless for anything else. That's why my house looks like this.

on my really bad days, I can still get up and pretend to function for them, but the whole day is a fight, and I consider it a win if I don't have thoughts of suicide.



In the world, my depression has fucked up responsibilities, but because it's invisible, it's not like I get sympathy or help, it's just assumed I am lazy and irresponsible.

I have lost so many friends over my illness, not because I do anything horrible to them, but because I distance myself from people when it gets bad so they don't see how it is, or as self defense so people can't reject me when they see how broken I am. or just because when it's bad, I can't bring myself to initiate contact, and then i feel like an asshole for not calling for 4 mnths, which becomes a year, which becomes.....

and the anxiety, makes it so fun things like street festivals and parties lose most of their fun. I still try to go to such things for the kdis benefit, and because in between crawling out of my skin I sometimes get a little positive socialization.


but I have spent 20 years pretending this is just slightly off from normal, I'm not disabled, just a little sick. tghat's a goddamn lie.


Also, I am coming to terms with my physical pain problems, which may not be a disability, but certainly make me less able. my carpal tunnel keeps getting worse, so some days I can not lift the coffeepot one handed. My nerve thing in my back puts me at about 60% functioning at best for several days a month. If something happened and i had to go back to work, I am no longer able to do any of the jobs I have done in the past. I can't even think of any jobs I haven't tried that I could handle now, between the mental and the pain.


But I look pretty healthy, when my back works so I can stand, and have a hard time even getting my doctors to believe it's as bad as it is, because I have been covering so hard for so fucking long.

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