Reblog if you have an original story!

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I’m not talking about fanfictions or AU’s based off of a video game/comic/TV series, I’m talking about a story with a world and characters that are YOURS and YOURS alone.

Yus!

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This

Say it louder for the people in the back

It got better

Reblogging for that last comment

Spread this like wildfire

Boost!

It’s back on my dash!

This is the best thing on tumblr!

I can never not reblog this!

Delete this!

Tag yourself

Why doesn’t this have more notes?

I relate to this on a spiritual level

WHO DID THIS?!?

@somerandomfuck Did you see this?

This is so me

ZKCQCLKZKXXXPKCDZNQMBBZMHW!

I love tumblr!

I hate this fucking website

There are two types of people…

I don’t know who you are, but I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you.

Well, that escalated quickly

Everything happens so quickly

I don’t care if this fits your blog aesthetic…Reblog this now!

Why isn’t anyone talking about this?

tumblr in a nutshell everyone!

Are you satan?

Did you just…?

I’m so here for this

I AM SCREAMING!!!

Don’t you dare scroll past this!!!

If I don’t reblog this assume I’m dead

Reblog this in 20 seconds or they will be dead

Well, that escalated quickly

I am crying!!!

This is gold!

I am weak!!!

This is me af

Did you just try to one up me bitch?!?

Things are heating up on the “this is me” side of tumblr

I can’t breathe!!!

lmao

If I had to see this so do you

im ded  💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

I feel personally attacked

I can fit this entire post in my thrussy

This is why aliens won’t talk to us

I can’t even!!!

Literally me! 😂👌🏽💯

Now this is the type of content I signed up for

What a time to be alive!

Science side of tumblr explain this

Things I can’t:
1. Even.

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The Babadook is problematic...

Movie spoilers ahead…
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So here’s the thing. The Babadook is a really, really good metaphor for mental illness.
Like, the boy knows his mother is haunted by a monster from the very beginning. He’s always preparing for the monster to arrive. And when the monster finally does, in the form of his mother breaking because of her huge issues with surviving her husband’s death, the kid totally steps up and helps his mother through it with love and a little badassery.
In the end, the Babadook isn’t gone, he’s just managed, which is what mental illness *is*. You never escape it, you just learn to live with it.

…so. The Babadook being an icon is problematic because BEING GAY/TRANS/ETC. IS NOT A MENTAL ILLNESS!

So I’m sure like, someone thought it was fun to take a scary monster as an icon, but like, pick something that maybe doesn’t imply what the Babadook implies? Like maybe Cthulhu. Nobody f*cks with Cthulhu.

Maybe I’m being too literature analysys-y for all of this but I’ve kind of been horrified by it since it happened for the above reason.

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My Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled

My Parents are Dead and My Sister is Disabled:

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On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

 

Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them. 

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 

Jeanie 

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Twitter: @EisforEdna 

This made me cry

SIGNAL BOOST

STOP SCROLLING. THIS PERSON ISN’T ASKING FOR MONEY AND THIS POST WON’T MAKE YOU SAD.

This is a really uplifting and inspirational story of a family sticking by each other and making things work despite a whole lot of shit

They just want to find other people in the same position they are, for a sense of community and to feel like they aren’t alone.

I know out of all of you, some of you have followers who are living with and taking care of intellectually or emotionally disabled family members, and this lovely and unbreakable pair of sisters need to find them.

SIGNAL BOOOOOOOOOST

Repost! This story needs told!

Disabled lives matter. Sooo much. 

This girl is a badass. As a sister of a mentally disabled kickass girl, I salute your awesomeness.

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