Stephen Fry: “And that’s the thing people don’t understand about really severe depression. There’s very much an attitude of ‘oh go and walk it off’..and it’s unfortunately, it just isn’t like that. It’s like saying ‘go walk off the weather’ the weather is real and it’s the weather inside you - you can’t change it. I knew it was an awful thing to do to [my parents]. That no matter how much I didn’t at the time want to live, I couldn’t bear the idea of doing that to them - and that’s a good reason to live. There’s a poem by Dorothy Parker that ends every line with ‘you might as well live.’ And sometimes life does seem unsupportable, not for any logical reason - that’s the point - you can’t talk someone out of finding life unpleasant by saying ‘look what you’ve got’ but you can perhaps say ‘look what it will do to other people.’”

Stephen Fry: “And that’s the thing people don’t understand about really severe depression. There’s very much an attitude of ‘oh go and walk it off’..and it’s unfortunately, it just isn’t like that. It’s like saying ‘go walk off the weather’ the weather is real and it’s the weather inside you - you can’t change it. I knew it was an awful thing to do to [my parents]. That no matter how much I didn’t at the time want to live, I couldn’t bear the idea of doing that to them - and that’s a good reason to live. There’s a poem by Dorothy Parker that ends every line with ‘you might as well live.’ And sometimes life does seem unsupportable, not for any logical reason - that’s the point - you can’t talk someone out of finding life unpleasant by saying ‘look what you’ve got’ but you can perhaps say ‘look what it will do to other people.’”

therealbarbielifts:

eisforedna:

On May 28th, my sister, Edna, turned 31.

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Her mental age is about three years old. She loves Winnie the Pooh, Beauty & the Beast, and Sesame Street. Even though the below picture is unconvincing. 

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Edna and “Cookie.” I think she was trying to play it cool. 

My name is Jeanie. I’m Edna’s younger sister. I’m also her guardian and caregiver. 

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That’s me on the left. (Hey, you never know. After a year of writing a blog about online dating - Jeanie Does the Internet - I’ve come to learn that there are A LOT of fools on the internet.) 

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ANYWAY, I’m not “doing the internet” anymore. I’m taking care of Edna full-time, after completing my MFA in Writing for Screen & Television at USC.

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May 16, 2014. I wanted a picture. Edna wanted breakfast.

In case you’re wondering where our parents are, they’re dead. Our mom died of breast cancer when she was just 33. 

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Us with mom before she died. (Obviously.)

As for our dad, he peaced-out around the time my mom got sick. His loss - we’re awesome. 

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Here we are being awesome at the beach. Pushing a wheelchair in the sand? Not so awesome. 

In case you’re wondering “What’s wrong?” with my sister - as a stranger once asked me on the street  -  NOTHING. Yes, Edna has a rare form of epilepsy - Lennox-Gastaut syndrome - but I don’t know if that’s anymore “wrong” than people who don’t have manners. 

Basically, Edna was born “normal,” and started having seizures as a baby. They eventually got so bad that they cut off the oxygen to her brain, causing her to be mentally disabled. Or impaired. Or intellectually disabled. Or whatever you want to call it - except “retarded,” because in 2010, President Obama signed Rosa’s Law into effect, replacing that word with “intellectually impaired.” 

Which is cool and all, but services for the disabled and the people who care for them are SEVERELY LACKING. Also, there’s a bunch of people working in taxpayer-funded positions who are supposed to help families like us, but don’t. (Big surprise, I know.) They just fill out paperwork (whenever they feel like it) with asinine statements like this: 

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YUP. I transport my sister down the stairs in her wheelchair, because that is not only safe, but TOTALLY PRACTICAL. Why doesn’t everyone in a wheelchair just take the stairs, for God’s sake? Stop being so lazy, PEOPLE WITHOUT WORKING LEGS! 

But, as it says above, Edna’s legs do work. Whether or not she wants them to, is another story. 

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Edna refusing to go inside. 

These are the stairs that I have to carry her up - by myself - on a daily basis. That is, until one of my legs break and both of us are just sitting at the bottom of the stairs, helpless. 

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For six months, I have begged - BEGGED - the State of California to help my sister, which they are required by law - The Lanterman Act specifically - to do so. But they’ve told me “these things take time” and that I “need to amend my expectations.” (That was said to me when I refused to place Edna at AN ALL-MALE CARE FACILITY. Because yes, that was an “option” that was offered to me.) 

Prior to Edna moving in with me in my one-bedroom apartment, she was living with her amazing caregiver, Gaby, back in Tucson, where we went to high school and I did my undergrad. Edna’s reppin’ the Wildcats below. 

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But back in November, Gaby also died from breast cancer. (FUCK YOU, BREAST CANCER!) This picture was taken a month before she died. She never even told me she was sick because she didn’t want me to worry. 

By the way, we were raised by our grandma. Edna and her were very close.

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She’s dead, too. Surprise.

She died when I was 20 and Edna was 21. That’s when I became Edna’s legal guardian and Gaby stepped into the picture to help me out with Edna. 

So, six months ago, after Gaby died, I moved Edna to California, where I tried to get the folks over at The Frank D. Lanterman Regional Center to help me. I’ve told them I’m worried about our safety - that one of us could get hurt on the stairs -  I’ve told them I can’t afford to pay the private babysitters $15/hour because the ones social services sent me who make $9/hour were unreliable (they didn’t show up on time or at all so I could get to school and work), untrustworthy (one of them let Edna go to the bathroom in the kitchen and then took her into the bathroom because “that what I thought I was supposed to do.”) 

But the people over at the FLRC don’t return my calls, they don’t file the paperwork on time - and the first caseworker that was assigned to us actually LAUGHED AT my sister when he came to our home to evaluate her. When I reported him to his supervisor, she told me, “That’s just [insert name of said jackass].” 

He was one of the two caseworkers that contributed to the report I mentioned above, which also included this: 

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So let me get this straight - I have to feed, bathe, dress and help Edna in the bathroom and you can’t deduce whether or not she is able to vote? What in the fuck?!

Now I realize I seem angry. And you can bet your balls I am. I’m also sad. Sad for those who don’t have family to stick up from them and who waste away God knows where, monitored by no one. Or monitored by people who physically and sexually assault them

I’m also sad for the caregivers who are SO EXHAUSTED - trying to take care of their loved ones - while also trying to take care of themselves and battling a system that is supposed to help, but does nothing of the sort. And I know a lot of people give up. They let their dreams, their marriages, their friendships slide. All while trying not to resent the very person you’re doing it all for.

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Edna wanted to sit next to me the other day while I was writing. Clearly, she’s not impressed. 

Here’s the thing: I REFUSE TO GIVE UP. I’M NOT GIVING UP ON HER OR MYSELF. I’m going to pursue my dreams while taking care of her, AND while ensuring that the people paid to do their jobs ACTUALLY do them.

That’s where you come in. I need you to help me get my story out there. Because I know I’m not alone in this. I want to connect with families who are in similar situations and also show people who have no idea what it’s like to care for someone with a disability (or even a loved one who is sick) that it can be rewarding. Super fucking hard. Exhausting. Painful. Isolating. But, rewarding. 

I’m going to get help for my sister - and others. My hope is that by sharing our story, I can bring awareness to the lack of services and help for the disabled. 

Thank you, 

Jeanie 

Facebook:  facebook.com/eisforedna

Twitter: @EisforEdna 

This made me cry

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theirtinywings:

northernlotus:

That one time Tony stopped Hydra from getting the Iron Man suit

yeah adds WHOLE NOTHER MEANING TO THE MOVIE NOW FOLKS

I GOTTA REWATCH ALL THE MOVIES NOW!

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princessstupidmf:

Never get mad at someone with anxiety for apologizing a lot. It’s a coping mechanism and yelling only makes it worse. They don’t need tough love or anything like that. Reassurance that they are fine is the most important thing

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disneyaddictgirl:

neko-chicana:

tifamex:

"The first Disney Movie to tell girls they can fight too is Frozen!"

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"Frozen is the first Disney Movie where the girl didn’t need a man to save her!! <3 "

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"Frozen is the first Disney movie about loving sisters!"

"Frozen is the first Disney movie to question why someone would get married after knowing them for only a day."

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"Frozen is the first film to have a blonde male lead who doesn’t fit the cookie cutter mold

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You know what I’m good at?

Fucking up relationships and possible friendships. It’s no wonder I only have like 3 friends. I just offend everyone. Or I say the wrong thing and make it awkward, and then try to dig myself out of the hole but end up making it deeper.

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saltymarshmallows:

watchtheskytonight:

putmeoutofmyfuckingmisery:

supernaturalheros:

ifuckedmartinfreeman:

I’M CRIYNG

jesus dies

BEST SPOILER EVER

I CAN’T ANYMORE

Best ever.

THIS FUCKING FANDOM I SWEAR TO GOD

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nerd-in-the-tardis:

SO I MET MISHA FOR THE SECOND TIME TODAY AND FUCK FUCKING FUCK HIM HOW CAN ONE BE SO DAMN PERFECT I DON’T UNDERSTAND i literally go up to him and was all ‘hey! okay, so i would like a customized photo, but i’ve basically no idea what to do.’ and he looks at me for a bit and sort of just ‘hmm okay’ and before i know it his hand is on my back and i’m being liftED UP IN THE AIR LIKE I WEIGH NOTHING AND I WAS SURPRISED can u tell holy shit

AND LIKE I’M GLEAMING but i decided ok i might look like shit so i went back for another photo and we greet each other again and i’m like ‘can we hug’ and he’s all ‘sure!’ and before i know it i’m being engulfed in a really amazing embrace and his head was on mine and we were gripping each other and i thank him and he sort of just holds and squeezes my hand as i go and i just, wow.

RIGHT. So, when I met Misha last year, I kind of briefly touched upon how much he means to me, before I became completely overwhelmed and cried for the next couple of minutes that we spent together. I was determined not to do so this year.

I walked up to him, and we said hey, and while he was signing my photo, I began, ‘So, actually last year when I met you, before I could convey anything I wanted, I became so overwhelmed and couldn’t express myself the way I wanted.’

And he looks up, face tired, but so understanding, grabs hold of my hand and says ‘Yeah, I remember you.’ And I’ve been told before that Misha has a good memory, but I just, I couldn’t believe that he would remember me. It’s completely unreal, and it’s really hard to hold back my tears and I tell him how I chose the wrong words last year, because more than saving my life, he gave me the strength to save my own life.

And he looks at me, so completely awed and says, ‘That’s such a wonderful way to put it.’ And yeah, I properly thanked him. I told him how that incident helped me learn to live without relying on self-harming every single day, and I said how much that changed my life for the better, and he says something, ‘Wow, yeah, it would have,’ along those lines.

So then I asked him for a favour, only if he didn’t mind, if he could write down what he told me last year, so I could get it tattooed, as a reminder. And he looked so at loss when he couldn’t remember what it was, and I told him that he had told me to stay strong. And yeah, that’s what he did. Very carefully also, he writes each character and I thank him again, and turn to walk away and he calls me out to say bye, because I obviously forgot.

I cried heaps actually after that, not in front of him this time around, so I was so, so relieved, before I could get up again and came back to ask for a hug. And he walked over the autograph table, and just held me as I cried, then just rubbed my back and told me to take care. Oh god the man is so amazing I know it may not always seem like I appreciate him, because I have a weird as fuck way of showing love, but I really do. The man means the world to me and I’m so, so glad I have him in my life.

i’m crying because of how genuinely good this man is. he has the kindest eyes, and the kindest soul, and i’m so glad you got the chance to meet him, not once, but twice- and furthermore, he remembered you. he remembered.

this man.. this man.

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celebrating the carter century :: new old stills featuring peggy carter
celebrating the carter century :: new old stills featuring peggy carter

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honest reminder

losaficionados:

if you suffer from depression and manage to get out of bed in morning and interact with the world (if only for an hour) you are pretty incredible

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latenightseth:

TONIGHT: Jennifer Lawrence tells Seth about that time she reached a new low.

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