Ugh that's so annoying!! Hopefully you can find a fix, I'll do some digging and see if I can find one too, which browser do you use? Maybe someone's made an add-on/ extension that can fix it! 🤞

Oh! Mine doesn't usually have the line through it from what I recall, I'll have a look and see if there was a setting I changed somewhere.

I always click on the name and look at chat history to see what they said! Maybe that could be a workaround?

Some kids will stumble on books when picking things out at the library. Others won’t, because they will have gotten the subliminal message that we’re other, we’re pitiable.

And this cycle repeats itself over and over and over.

So now you’re grown up and faced with a real live disabled person.

Some shows do well. Arthur and Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers all have done well…in their time. Some of these lessons and pieces of representation are dated now.

But instead of seeking out disabled stories written in the last, I don’t know, 20 years, lots of parents opt to say nothing.

Our society absolutely sucks at talking about disability. There’s very little early education about it that’s mandatory. It’s left to parental discretion.

You know, parents, who literally drag their kids away from us and hiss DON’T STARE, therefore setting us up as other.

You, for whatever reason, didn’t hear, or dismissed us, or thought you would just wing it because you’re a nice person who would never exclude people.

And I am here telling you you are. With your behavior, with your words, your choices.

It is and is not your fault.

You don’t actually have to be the wife to know someone dealing with lopsided emotional labor. It’s just, shall we say, exceptionally fucking common.

And we’re told in these situations that you “just don’t know what you don’t know” and we’re meant to let you off the hook.

We’ve spoken about it.

That is how it feels when we need an accommodation that we have absolutely talked about before and we bring it up and you’re like oh, you should have asked me, I’d have done it!

Orrr you could listen to us the first however many times and shift your thinking to encompass us.

It’s voting with my interests in mind. It’s making an effort to put on a mask without me asking.

You know, those in traditional hetero marriages who might happen to be the wife, how asking for “help” with chores and parenting is draining and you just want him to be cognizant of his duty to others?

It’s not, actually. It’s placing the onus squarely on me. It’s a dragon I fight alone.

It really doesn’t have to be.

Support can be so simple. Offering to let us vent without offering judgment or solutions. Offering help when we’re open to it. Hanging out in ways that aren’t full of pressure.

I’m actually soft. Or I want to be. I want to be authentic about what I am dealing with and not have people look horrified and announce they’d kill themself if they were me.

I would like to be able to ask for support. I think people think that’s what they’re doing when they tell me I’m a warrior.