sohotrightnow: A budding tree branch. ([stock] green and growing)
This post started as a post for Blog About Disablism Day, but obviously it didn't end up being ready in time for that. I'm posting it anyway, though, because, IDK, I've mentioned to other people that I've been wanting to talk about mental health and privilege relating to it for awhile.

WARNING: this post contains some sexual content and graphic discussions of triggers, especially as they relate to sexual trauma. It may be triggery.

There's also some talk about mental health and privilege, and some of my residual anger over last summer's AbilityFail, aka WarningFail, and no, I still refuse to call it WarningWank. )

Comments are screened because I really do not have the spoons to deal with starting the warnings debate up again. I'll unscreen stuff as it comes (so if there's something you'd rather stayed between us, make a note of it and I'll leave it screened), but anything that looks like it's headed in the direction of AbilityFail Part Deux will stay screened, I will not respond to it, and if it comes to it I will not hesitate to ban people. I can't promise that this entire journal is a safe space, but I'm going to try and make this post, at least, one. If you want to have that discussion in your own journal, knock yourself out, and if you link me to posts where you've discussed it, I will unscreen those comments. Link to this post all you like, but please include some kind of warning resembling the bolded one at the top.

I feel like I should tell everyone that I am not actually feeling super upset or angry or freaked out right now! I am feeling pretty good right now, as a matter of fact. That's another thing -- it's taken me awhile to figure out what it was about the happiness of the past few weeks that feels different from the way it has in the past. I finally put my finger on it a few days ago, and that, more than anything, was what inspired this post: the new element was that, for the first time in years, I feel safe. I am surrounded by people who I trust and love, and who respect and love me in return. So ♥, guys. I'm getting there. For the ones who had a notion/A notion deep inside/That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive.

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