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effyeahnerdfighters:

EBOLA! (…meningitis)

In which John is diagnosed with ebola by the Internet but turns out to be suffering from viral meningitis. How should we imagine novel diseases and how should we combat them? And why do we only focus on diseases that we fear will affect “us”? How does the way we imagine “us” shape the way we respond to disease outbreaks? Questions like that are examined while meningitis headaches are lamented.

thehpalliance:

We are deeply saddened by Robin Williams’ passing and join the world in mourning him.

When the people who help us fight off dementors fall victim to their effects, hope and happiness can seem almost unattainable. We are all so indebted to the entertainers of the world that it seems only logical that the universe should give at least a fraction of their brightness back to them. Instead, they too often face darkness so deep that remembering to turn on the light isn’t always an option.

Robin Williams’ work as a comedian, actor, and philanthropist reached millions. Whether it was as Genie, John Keating, Peter Pan, Theodore Roosevelt, or just as Robin, he brought the world a unique and invaluable happiness. It was he who said that “comedy is acting out optimism.” Though the world knew him for that optimism, behind the scenes he was battling his own dementors.

These moments of shock give us the chance to move forward with open minds and open hearts. For so many, seeking help is an insurmountable task. Having people listen and understand can be the strongest patronus there is.

As we navigate this difficult news, we can work to make the truth stronger by speaking more honestly and listening more openly. We can honor Robin Williams by driving out not just our own dementors, but each others’.

The weapon we have is love.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255

Online Crisis Chat: http://www.crisischat.org/

Crisis Text Line: http://www.crisistextline.org/textline/

colorsofsocialjustice:

contra-indication:

spondylitis:

The nerve!….This goes out to all the spoonies.

Read this:

My name is Emelie Crecco, I’m 20 years old and I have cystic fibrosis. CF affects the lungs (as of many organs in the body) because of this I have a handicapped sticker. I’m not one to “abuse” the sticker, meaning I use it when I’m having a “bad day” (some days its a little harder to breathe). Today was HOT so I needed to use my sticker. I was running errands all day around my town, I pulled into a handicapped spot, placed the sticker in my mirror and continued into the store. Upon returning to my car I found a note written by someone, it said “Shame on you, you are NOT handicapped. You have taken a space that could have been used by an actually handicapped person. You are a selfish young lady.” I was LIVID. How can someone be so ignorant and cowardly? They clearly saw me walk out of my car, why not approach me? Not all handicaps are visible. I would love for you to share this story. It would help spread awareness for CF, but it would help open people’s minds to what handicapped really is.
Thank you for your time”
~Emelie Crecco

A friend of mine fell over 20 feet and basically broke half his ribs, punctured his lung, broke his arm in three places that required many surgeries to fix and messed up a nerve in his leg. He had to walk with a cane for a long time after it and some lady in a restaurant thought he was just walking with a cane for the hell of it and she ripped it from his hands and grabbed his messed up arm and shook him and told him he was an awful human being for pretending to be handicapped. What the fuck people?

This is what real ableism looks like.

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