here’s an idea: notice toxic trends in your behavior and, idk, change them
the fact that people are complaining on this post that they can’t change their behaviors that hurt others because they have x mental illness and We Can’t All Be Neurotypical Karen is absolutely fucking wild. do you realize your arguments have come full circle to being indistinguishable from the most crude, generic “mentally ill people are inherently dangerous and/or abusive” ableist rhetoric? you always have the agency to address the ways in which you are hurting others (or yourself). maybe not instantly. maybe not effortlessly. but it IS within your abilities and it is something you owe to your community and yourself
Y’all gonna get yourselves killed trying to play hero. Learn to defend yourself but some of y’all know damn well you would snap-freeze in an actual fight in which your opponent is armed and ready to kill and you aren’t. Because most combat training isn’t even about being able to fight, it’s training your instincts to resist the ‘flight’ part of fight or flight because believe me that’s what gets people’s ass best most of the time. Not being able to channel that adrenaline and control themselves. And you have to be able to think quickly in a situation where you are liable to fucking die.
I’ve been shot at and I’ve done combat training and I have friends who have too and y’all are really gonna get someone killed having them think taking a handful of classes makes them combat ready.
Muse and I were talking about this on twitter – you don’t have to take the “warrior” in SJW literally, and in fact you SHOULDN’T.
Better plan – aim to be a Social Justice Cleric. Find information on basic first aid, take a class if you can, find out common first aid items you can carry in a backpack or small bag. Be prepared to help people who are hurt instead of trying to get yourself killed.
Also white folks, keep these ideas in mind:
And for fucks sake, don’t agitate if you might get black and brown protesters in trouble.
the advice about dressing to make best use of your privilege is REALLY GOOD. Dress for your audience! Your audience is not your fellow protesters. You audience is anyone who is NOT SURE YOU’RE THE GOOD GUYS YET. Dress to convince those people you’re the good guys. The us/them thing is basic and instinctive. Dress to make as many people as possible go “oh, they’re US, I can see myself in this crowd, I am not alienated by these people, I will maybe act alongside them.”
I mean, we the anti-nazi brigade are morally correct and on the right side of history, but we need numbers. You gotta get the undecideds on board.
By no means am I a teacher these are tips on how I personally draw stuff. That being said I will be uploading much more in detail tutorials about anatomy and background/scenery construction on my Patreon exclusively in the future as these were just 20 minute quick cheat sheets so to speak.
How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”
The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around
pls watch
honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me
Dorothy: Dr. Budd?
Dr. Budd: Yes?
Dorothy: You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick. Do you remember? You told me I was just getting old.
Dr. Budd: I’m sorry, I really don’t–
Dorothy: Remember. Maybe you’re getting old. That’s a little joke. Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick. I have chronic fatigue syndrome. That is a real illness. You can check with the Center for Disease Control.
Dr. Budd: Huh. Well, I’m sorry about that.
Dorothy: Well, I’m glad! At least I know I have something.
Dr. Budd: I’m sure. Well, nice seeing you.
Dorothy: Not so fast. There are some things I have to say. There are a lot of things that I have to say. Words can’t express what I have to say. [tearing up] What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.
Dr. Budd: Good!
Dorothy: But I will!
Dr. Budd’s date: Louis, who is this person?
Dr. Budd: Look, Miss–
Dorothy: Sit. I sat for you long enough. Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me. You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up. You dismissed me! You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time. Is that your caring profession? Is that healing? No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one. I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.
Dr. Budd: Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–
Dr. Budd’s date: Shut up, Louis.
Dorothy: I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it. You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else. You’d better start listening to your patients. They need to be heard. They need caring. They need compassion. They need attending to. You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.
Reblogging for any of my mutuals who’ve ever dealt with Dr. Budd.
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