☆ Happy Disability Awareness Month from your local little person! ☆ (they/them)
This post has gotten over 700 notes in less than two days, so I thought I’d take the time to drop some #education:
I was born with Achondroplasia - the most common of over 500 types of dwarfism. It causes not only stunted growth, but the common bowing of bones, arthritis, and hearing issues.
Dwarfs are a small minority (pun intended) and one that is majorly misrepresented through media. Whether it be through the mythical “dwarves” in Lord of the Rings or mini me in Austin Powers, the public has incredibly squed ideas of what real life dwarfs are. Historically little people were kept as slaves, pets, and public oddities, and today we still face major discrimination and objectification. And we often fall between the cracks when it comes to disabled representation.
I posted this photo set in the hopes to represent my community in a positive light, and to hold my place in the disabled community. I stand at the intersection of many minority communities - I am physically disabled, hard of hearing, nonbinary, queer, autistic. I hope this reaches people with other intersections. I love you. I see you. Happy July lovelies :)
fffffffff we had to spend way too much to get vehicles fixed and on unexpected food expenses while we were trapped in AZ and then a bunch on getting back to MN and now we do not have enough for rent alone during the rest of the summer, even less food and meds
fuck
Hate to do this but if anyone could help a couple of disabled trans people make ends meet until we start getting paid again in september
I was walking through the mall and I headed into a Barnes & Noble, and Barack Obama was for some reason signing books there so I walked up, like ???? He wrote a book? Some biography?? When I got up to the desk, all the books were just lizards, and Obama replied to my inquires with a simple, “They may have no names, but there’s an identity to be acknowledged,” and he smiled as he signed another lizard and then there was something about a surprise dragon and then I woke up.
If a woman is 9 months pregnant, she knows she’s large! You do not need to:
Tell her how big she is
Comment on how much she’s grown
Make jokes about painful labor
Say “whoa!” when she enters the room
Save yourself time and energy by simply not doing any of that :) I promise you she’s aware :)
Many of us are not always good at reacting in the moment (myself included sometimes), so here are suggestions of what to say instead!
Congratulations!
You look great! (Does she look like death? Wrong. She looks great.)
I hope you have a smooth delivery! (Itching to tell your labor horror story? Simply do not! :D )
OPTIONAL: Ask about baby names and when she’s due. I personally hate these questions, but many women don’t mind them, and want to talk about their baby.
there’s two things in life that i think about WAY too often that fuck me up and they’re tuberculosis and radiation
tuberculosis: hey there was just this disease for a huge part of human history that killed literally 1 in 7 people like that was just a fact of life that it existed and then one day we found ways to deal with it and after that just being a terrifying constant facet of life suddenly it’s just Not
radiation: hey there’s this thing that literally Unravels Your DNA and things exposed to it need to be locked away in concrete tombs for eternity because it lingers for measures of time beyond our real ability to perceive
