Your ableism is killing me

Hey folks, there’s no pretty graphic. Because there’s no way to MAKE this pretty. There’s no way to candy coat it. There’s no way to wrap this message up with a pretty bow and make in Pinterest worthy. But we need to sit down and have a Very Serious Talk. Are you ready? Because this is my life. This is my reality. This is the world I live in.

Your ableism is killing me. 

This is not hyperbole. This is not paranoia. This is not me making something out of nothing. Your ableism is literally killing me and the people I love. Right now, I am safe as I sit in my apartment listening to Tori Amos. But 19 disabled people – people like me – are dead. Twenty-five more are injured.

I’ve had people tell me – to my face, mind you, that they would rather be dead than disabled. That people like me are a drain on society. That I don’t deserve to be alive. Because I’m disabled.

We know.

Do not tell me that those people did not understand. Do not tell me that they are in a better place now. DON’T. YOU. FUCKING. DARE. Because you know what? THOSE words are what kill us. THOSE words are what cause caregivers to murder their children. It is not mercy. It is not dignity. It is not okay. Your ableism is ripping our lives away from us. Words like that are why people decide disabled lives aren’t worth living and that we don’t deserve to exist, so people like this man take matters in their own hands.

Don’t tell me how hard it is for those caring for us. Don’t tell  me tell me these things. Don’t you think I know? Don’t you think I’ve thought these same things myself? Don’t you think I’m reminded of it every day of my life? I hear the whispers. I see the stares. They’re seared into my memory.

Ableism isn’t about offending me. If that were all it was, I would shut the hell up. I would quit speaking out against a world that’s determined to pull me down. Ableism isn’t about being politically correct. I see you, and I hear the steaming load of crap you spew out. Ableism is about our LIVES on the line.

And THAT is why I can’t sit in silence.

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