If you struggle with self-care and see this, stop what you’re doing
- Have you eaten in the last 4ish hours?
- Have you had something to drink today?
- Can you have something, even if just milk or water or cup’o’noodles or toast with something yummy on it, if you haven’t, please?
- If you have any injuries, can you please take care of them for me
- Also please take any meds if you should and haven’t, yet?
Whatever you have or haven’t done today just know you’re super strong and I am so proud of you
Okay you can go back to blogging now~ <3
So today I was applying for a job, and it had a whole lot of examples of what qualifies as being “disabled.”
Terminology aside, I was really shocked when it had PTSD listed.
I have that. I’ve never thought of myself as “disabled.” I was in a wheelchair for a while when I was healing from a broken pelvis, but even then I wasn’t “disabled.”
But my brain, and especially my brain after the trauma that I’ve endured… that’s a disability. Does this mean that now I count for diversity, even though I’m a cis white woman from an upper middle class background? Will that give me that boost to get hired, taking me from an average privileged person to the Best Kind of disabled, the kind that fits in and doesn’t really need any help or accommodations and has a very well managed mental illness that really only displays when people startle me?
I don’t know how I feel about this.
I know my PTSD can make things difficult. But I have treated, well managed PTSD. I’m actually doing fine right now. The condition hasn’t gone away with my medication, but I’m in good shape. I feel like by ticking that box that says “disabled,” I’m taking away from people who have disabilities that I see as more severe. Chronic illnesses, physical differences, people who are blind or deaf… in my mind, these people deserve to be called “disabled” because they are more likely to need actual accommodations. But at the same time I don’t want to leave it unchecked, because I don’t want to have a flashback at work and have people have no idea what’s going on because I never declared my mental illness to them and never told anyone that I do need a few workarounds, like people not sneaking up behind me.
I’m torn here.
You would think that teenagers would be the rudest customers when really it’s mostly old, middle-aged people.
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