“They talk about art, and think us such poops for dressing in the evening.”
“It just didn’t occur to me that we wouldn’t be able to get out at the other end.”
“So well intended, and yet so insulting.”
“Aunt Petunia found a few moldy blankets in the second room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa.”
fucking kill me
“If one dresses one way, one is subject to the assumption that one is advertising one’s sexual availability; if one dresses another way, one appears to ‘not care about oneself’ or to be ‘unfeminine.’ “
the nearest book to me is The Real Book
it’s in japanese
i can’t read most of it
Between the acting of a dreadful thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma or a hideous dream.
(Oh. Thanks, Brutus. I think we’ve all been there.)
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “Declared fit for work - In a coma”]
I’m sure anyone from the UK who reads this blog is already aware of this story. But for the rest of you, this is about ESA - Employment Support Allowance, a benefit for those who are unfit for work due to disability, chronic illness, terminal illness etc. The assessments for this are run by a private company, ATOS, who appear to be a complete shambles pulling stunts like running their assessments from buildings only accessible by stairs then failing wheelchair users for not turning up, and now they have declared a coma patient fit for work.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, ESA?!
[Image: 6-piece blue colored background with a Siamese cat with blue eyes. Text reads: “So tired of chronic illness symptoms, almost rejoice over catching normal illness”]
I’m a young woman who sometimes walks with a cane, and I get this from well-meaning strangers. I never know how to respond.