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I don't know how much more often I can beg "please done kill me." I don't know how my life is worth less than the slight inconvenience of wearing a mask. I don't know how much longer I can cope with stories from able bodied friends about where they're going/what they're doing.1/4
I don't know how much longer I can say "no I can't leave the house at all bc people are being belligerent." I don't know how to tell able bodied people to care. Even if you're not scared, I'm scared. Isn't that enough? Shouldn't that spur friends/family members to care? 2/4
I don't know how to explain that the economy will continue to decline as death counts rise. I don't know how to grieve with those who can't afford to isolate who are also scared. I don't know how to hold my community together when I have no resources, no energy, no stability. 3/4
I am endlessly thankful to my disabled community for being loud right now. For voicing fear. For fighting this. For protesting austerity. For demanding our rights to health care. But I'm dismayed that we're still fighting for our lives every single day. 4/4 #DisabilityTwitter
Don't* of course I'd have a typo after three scans of this thread. Of course. I am so so tired (but that antsy can't sleep without nightmares tired).
