Apr 06, 2026, 19:23

Mon, 06 Apr 2026 19:23:34 +0000
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Reposting this essay by The Disabled Ginger because family members can be real squirrelly sometimes, which is probably an insult to squirrels, and otherwise this is just a rant. Anyway I was glad I read it in advance of its happening to me.

I guess my mom is a CEO now: Christmas and Easter only. And my probably my birthday too. She called on Sunday, and said she was going to visit this fall (This fall? It's April now. Wtf.) and help me move. I explained for the ten thousandth time I do not need help physically moving things. I have no executive function. I need help planning, scheduling, prioritizing, etc. It's like talking to a brick wall. I have to accept she is not able or willing to give me the help I need. Good talk. Speak again on my birthday. Love you.

I read on here the other day, if you need help, ask for help. Really great. That's brilliant. And what if no one helps?
Or what if the "help" is not? If I am drowning, I do not need a cool glass of water. If I'm dying of thirst in the desert, I do not need you to throw me a life preserver. You're not helping. I don't care how good a person you think you are, you're not helping.

https://www.disabledginger.com/p/we-dont-do-sick-if-you-cant-hide

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