I do, however, want to make one thing very clear.

This is not about me. This was never about me. I don’t care, for myself, about the representation of the disability community. I can live with pretty much whatever. I work, I have my own home, and despite hating 2020 I’m happy.

I have a lot going for me. Not to say other disabled people don’t, but according to the able bodied population I’m doing everything right. I don’t have to prove myself.

But for my friends who don’t fit into society’s idea of “normal” or “successful”, there is no space for backsliding. It’s 2020 and it’s time to move on. Being naked in public, making tiktoks about being publicly intoxicated, and stealing movements from other minorities ain’t it.

That’s not how you represent a huge population. That’s not how you show that a physical disability does not mean the disabled person isn’t an adult. Aside from that, it’s dangerous.

Telling people not to both seeking mental health treatment if they’re disabled? Dangerous. Telling young girls that it’s okay to get so wasted, alone, and have drunk strangers take you to the bathroom? Dangerous. Demonstrating that we should just get donations instead of changing

the way society treats us, funds us, and respects us? Dangerous. Irresponsible. Problematic.

Claiming this is some kind of personal vendetta rather than the culmination of YEARS of rejecting constructive criticism and escalating the level of misrepresentation is disgusting.