gazans don’t just need these e-sims to contact the world. they need them to contact other people during their worst and loneliest hours.
i can’t even imagine how it must feel, to be so afraid and alone. to just need someone to talk to.
we often call friends and family to talk to when just we’re having a bad day. and this… these people are living day by day, unsure about the next hour, surrounded by screams, bombs, artillery and rubble.
gazans need to connect now more than ever. not just to tell their stories, but to connect to other humans. to feel a semblance of normalcy in the devastation around them. to have some sort of comfort amidst all the destruction. to be able to contact their family members and make sure they’re okay. to hear their voices. to keep their hopes and spirit alive.
please please donate. please help connect gaza. please reach out and let them know you’re there.
please keep talking about them. keep posting. keep protesting. keep connecting with them, and connecting them with the rest of the world. don’t let anyone forget what’s been happening to them for even a second. the world has spent almost a century in ignorance and silence, but not anymore!
don’t let their oppressors isolate them. israel is trying their best to break their spirit. don’t let them. we must stand with the palestinians and let them know we’re with them until the very end.
the palestinian cause is our cause. their fight is our fight.
remind them that they’re not alone. don’t you dare give up. not when they’re still fighting. and even if they stop.
It’s not rest if you are spending it feeling guilty for not being productive. It’s not rest if the whole time you feel ashamed for not doing chores. This is how you burn yourself out. You’re allowed to relax and do nothing.
“But why do you let your disability stop you?” Because that’s…. what disabilities… do. That’s… literally the basic definition… of being disabled… A disability impairs your ability to function. That’s what the term means. That’s the main thing
This is why we need to keep using the word disabled.
Fuck “differently abled”. Fuck “special needs” and “handicapped”. Fuck “differing abilities”. Fuck every term that skirts around the word disabled.
We’re fucking disabled. Can’t do the thing because something prevents us from doing the thing that is within us. It has nothing to do with will, laziness, or having awful teachers.
You want me to will myself to eat onions? Well, sure, I could, but my body can’t digest them without getting sick. Yes, we find workarounds if we have to(accommodations need to exist for a reason).
I’m so tired of this perspective that my disabilities are a choice. Fuck “disability is a choice” narratives. Disability is part of life.
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