DisabledAceSocialist [comrade/them]

Partially sighted stroke and cancer patient, learning to walk again, going through months of foot surgeries. Fighting a disability benefit appeal. I won my last appeal just 2 years ago and am now going through yet another one. All I want is peaceful, painless assisted suicide.

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Joined 11 months ago
Cake day: September 21st, 2024
  • DisabledAceSocialist [comrade/them]@hexbear.nettochat@hexbear.net•Need to vent, I am fucking sick of Westerners and I think it is changing me for the worseEnglish
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    4 days ago

    the average Westerner is a lazy piece of shit who ultimately cares more about being inconvenienced than the actual lives of other people.

    I have come to the same conclusion due to my experiences with people since becoming disabled. From society at large preferring to see us starve to death rather than know that a fraction of their tax goes towards keeping us alive, to all the selfish everyday thoughtless things that majority of people do. For instance I’ve had a stroke and spent months on crutches, had to relearn to walk and am still struggling. There used to be a movable kerbside ramp on a pavement here outside the hospital physiotherapy department, (for people with mobility problems, to help them walk up on to the pavement) where a lot of disabled people need to access, and someone in a car just drove over it, smashed it to bits and left it unusable. And it stayed like that, no-one has even fixed it.

    I got speaking to a blind woman with a guide dog. She was thrown out of a garden centre for bringing her dog in. The employee rudely yelled at her in front of everyone that dogs aren’t allowed. When she pointed out they were legally required to accommodate service dogs, he said no they’re not and yelled at her until she got out. She reported them but apparently nothing really happened.

    There have been so many times over the years I’ve needed a seat on public transport (clearly disabled, including with crutches for a while) or clearly needed help outside and most people ignored me or walked around me, even barge me out of the way. Only twice in all these years have people in public helped. Once, just once, did someone offer me his seat on the bus and once a woman helped me get my fallen shoe back on when I was clearly struggling to do it. Most people could see you dying in front of them and wouldn’t do anything.