Hello disabled comrades! This week, I am feeling very relieved for the ceasefire in Gaza and the release of Palestinian hostages. I hope we are all doing okay. If you’re just surviving, barely making it through — I see you and I’m proud of you; and I hope this week brings you a little joy.
As always, we ask that in order to participate in the weekly megathread, one self-identifies as some form of disabled, which is broadly defined in the community sidebar:
“Disability” is an umbrella term which encompasses physical disabilities, emotional/psychiatric disabilities, neurodivergence, intellectual/developmental disabilities, sensory disabilities, invisible disabilities, and more. You do not have to have an official diagnosis to consider yourself disabled.
Mask up, love one another, and stay alive for one more week.
I’ve been in the throes of autistic burnout for…who fucking knows how long. Luckily I’m not working right now so have had a lot of time to just lay and stare at the wall. Yesterday, however, I did a 4 hour volunteer shift then went on a 2 hour walk with a friend and cooked dinner. Now I feel hungover and am gonna nap til 11 or 12. I hate this