queer-trash-witch:

i’m a disabled organizer. i’m proud of it, but much of my work happens in spite of my body. everything i do happens in the midst of depression, anxiety, and brain-fog caused by an undiagnosed and therefore untreated chronic pain condition. i’m too disabled to hold a job or go back to school, and i’m only able to have a relatively comfortable life through the kindness of my family, which isn’t something most trans people get. i organize from my couch because i’m in too much pain to walk around or take the streets, and my anxiety makes me afraid to leave the house. i was abused by activist communities and had social justice concepts twisted against me, which often makes this work itself a trauma trigger. i’m working with chronic pain flare-ups that prevent me from thinking clearly and abuse flashbacks that make me never want to speak to another human being. 

and some people still have the fucking nerve to imply i’m a “slacktivist.” some people think that because i’ve managed to do one thing, they can ask me to do everything, and then blame me when everything isn’t getting done. some people want to act like a disabled, traumatized trans college dropout is personally responsible for not doing more to prevent the rise of fascism. 

you want to take the streets? find someone who can walk more than a few blocks. you want self defense? i can hit people with my mobility device as long as my knees don’t give out in the process. you want to bother to ask what else i’m doing before accusing me of not doing anything? i’m opening my home to folx who feel unsafe, directing my resources towards those who need them more, and providing emotional support to all the other scared, traumatized people in my life. but clearly my probably-undiagnosed-fibromyalgia will just melt away once it understands the urgency of a trump presidency.

only do what you’re capable of. don’t push yourself beyond your capacity. ideally, there’s a community that has your back. but if you want to be my community, you’d better have mine too, so don’t you ever, ever dare go after me for not doing more.