tfw you realise that when people ask you who your favourite dr who is you will now have to either lie or launch into a spiel about how 1 isnโt actually like that
[caption: a skeleton in a cheap brown wig sits at a computer desk and is turning around in a big swivel chair to face the viewer. There’s a very prominent shutterstock watermark]
hey i donโt talk about being chronically ill on this blog much anymore and. iโm not going to start lmao this is the part of my life that iโm the absolute fucking furthest from accepting. self love is fucking miles away. i struggle to talk to other disabled people about this a lot and a lot of it is that i have no way to reconcile things like the social model of disability and other positivity stuff with the fact that my body and mind are both fucking prisons
my disability is on my dating profiles and i keep getting absolutely gorgeous queer disabled people messaging me and being sweet but they say shit like,ย โhey we should get together and talk about being sick sometime!โ and i want to say Thanks! Youโre gorgeous and wonderful but iโd rather be shot in the tits than talk about this with another human being! but thanks!