Hello disabled comrades! I can't believe we're entering a new year... which is year six of the pandemic, hooray. I'm a firm believer that we must always have revolutionary optimism, but I can't say it hasn't been hard for the past few years as more and more leftists have abandoned COVID precautions. But as disabled people, we keep agitating, we keep organizing, and we keep going. Solidarity in the face of pandemic eugenics, always.
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.
This is me, too. I have a ginormous backlog/pile of shame I need to draw/paint/sculpt but it's like by the time I get my work station set up, I need to lay down and rest again. The enshittifications caused by capitalism aren't helping, either.
Then I have boomer family I rely on for help (which I appreciate), but who are incapable of being alone with their own thoughts for more than five seconds and require constant attention that breaks my concentration whenever I try to do something. I've babysat toddlers and dogs who required less monitoring. Like no wonder my grandparents hated their kids lmao