"yea I fake being disabled" Poetic writing:
Yea I fake being disabled: poetic writing:
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Can't clean up the whole room? Clean a corner of it.
Can't do all the dishes? Do a dish.
Can't get in the shower? Wash your face.
Always look for the thing you CAN do, with the energy and focus you DO have.
Little wins pave the way for bigger wins.
1% beats 0%
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"Yea, i fake being disabled":
(The irony of society)
Can't clean up the whole room?
Just clean a corner of it, so people who visit you in a professional capacity can speak negatively about it, every single time, different faces, judgemental words.
Never actually helping you, or changing anything, but still chipping at the self esteem and self determination you DO still manage to have and cling to.
Yet you dust yourself off and keep going,
yea I fake being disabled.
Can't get to places easily, afford or access transport?
Just explain that exactly, so people can comment and remind you that you don't actually have the friends and people that you can rely on as much as you'd like to, some, through no fault of their own, but yet you smile and nod and let them try and tell you to get that non-existent friend or family member to take you, as if you actually have a lot of friends and know a lot of people, as if you weren't in this situation because of exactly the fact you don't.
Yet, you tell yourself you're important, you matter too, yea I fake being disabled.
Can't get over negativity or trauma?
Just seek help so people can tell you that there are waiting lists for help and no one can keep in touch with you right now, and so you can get hung up on and deal with conflict from miscommunication because no one has given you coping tools or autistic coping tools and your hearts too big for your body and your soul aches in ways that if anyone would touch you their heart would break on the spot if they even felt a fragment of what you do, besides the rest of it, the chronic pain, the fatigue, the very visual on an x-ray dislocated and fractured pelvis, the inner strength it takes to not have meltdowns, break downs, quit or just run away is unreal, and people will tell you you're deserving of the abuse, you asked for it, as if you are solely responsible for every evil misdeed ever committed by another person on this earth and people will comment, and judge, and move the goalposts because all your heart ever wanted to, was to understand and help and fit in.
And so yet again, you dust yourself off, you pick up the broken pieces of your soul and you put them together and continue irregardless of the physical or emotional pain, the tolls taken on you and the fact that every day is a fight, you accept you're a warrior and you were born and made this way but you still wish it was easier.
Yea I don't fake being disabled, I fake being okay.
Written by Sarah Wingfield Author 🌹
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15:38hrs Sun Aug 25th 2024
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