ableism, bad tech pun
remembering that time my 5th grade history teacher made me leave class and go re-write my homework, because I had tried to invent shorthand replacements for some words to make it less painful and slow to write. which is apparently frowned upon. but everyone says history is a DRY subject…
update: while now taking more time off, I'm playing whackamole muting the twitter accounts my employer is advertising from. of which, because of the way the company works, there are,, rather a lot.
nobody is doing anything wrong, ofc, it's another way the modern world is cursed in the most boring ways possible lol
fanily is not a word but I'm not gonna redraft the whole thread to fix the cw
like, they passed a lot of low bars that a horrible number of parents miss. but I came away from childhood with no awareness of any of my disabilities, thinking all of them were my fault, and that my parents were great at raising me and I was just a useless little shit
and yet I still catch myself censoring what I say about it all, to protect their feelings. cuz they still think they did a good job accommodating my needs. they still think they were good parents. and I did too, but in retrospect? I only ever believed that cuz that's what they told me.
while I typed that, the thought popped into my head of like, "wow, good thing they didn't have a disabled kid, could you imagine? that would've sucked for the poor kid"
yes, me, I can imagine. I lived it. I was the disabled kid. 🤦
my parents were just, like, entirely unprepared to raise a disabled kid, huh?
see also: maybe I always hated gym cuz even after my vision improved to "not blind" I still had little depth perception but was still expected to catch and/or dodge things 🤷
folks it is not even six in the dang morning it is too early for this
another cursed form idea is to have a series of radio buttons for each letter in your name. but that's just how some paper standardized tests are lol
at some point long ago I saw someone say that shifting a melody up an octave in the end of a song is lazy, and sounds like a truck downshifting as it slows down. and whether it's true or not it planted a negative association in my brain, and I can't unhear it, and it's everywhere
is there a point in learning piano when your hands stop hurting, cuz like I think my brain would let me practice for hours and hours if my body were okay with it
My name is Else. As in if.
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