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mrs. dress-up
i never do this, but, trigger warning: this article literally made dom throw up! grotesque mockery of both disabled and trans people + disrespect for the mentally ill


the reason i'm sharing this is because it just evoked a need to rant. dom's response was sadness and shock. mine is a volcanic kind of anger that needs to be released. so i'm going to rant, but consider the above warning. i don't think you should read that article, although you can if you want to. i'm just saying that i need to unleash the demons it stirs up in me, or something very bad is going to happen.

i was hoping this was a bad joke (it is the daily fail, after all), but a quick check of the internets has multiple, credible sources for the story.

this person is insulting the real struggles of disabled and trans people. she wears a disability like it's a favourite outfit, taking it off when she wants to go skiing. and she uses the cultural idioms of the trans movement as cover for her sickening cosplay.

she has the financial resources to indulge her fantasies, but won't use them to get the ongoing psychiatric help she obviously needs. (and fuck that quack she went to who said the solution was for her to get a wheelchair.)

the article [which reads more like a press release] refers to her having the "courage" to go out in public in her wheelchair and talk about how she is indulging her own delusions. screw that. david berkowitz was not being courageous when he acted on instructions his disordered brain convinced him were coming from the neighbour's dog. courage would be confronting her mental illness and dealing with it by getting help. courage would be acknowledging that disabled people and trans people face huge obstacles that they don't choose and that her longing to have their struggles foisted on her voluntarily is an indication of a serious problem with the workings of her mind. courage would be speaking out about the incredibly frightening forms that mental illness can take.

as someone who's studied a lot about mental illness, i wonder how deeply any of her oddly acquiescent doctors have explored the possibility that her dissociative disorder stems from a profound desire to abdicate responsibility and be taken care of entirely by others. haven't we all met people who try to outright force or manipulate others into believing that they are helpless and require outside assistance for every task? and, if that sort of malingering is profound enough, doesn't it constitute a disorder that requires correction? yes, it does.

i don't care if this woman succeeds in crippling herself. but I do care that she could ever be considered an advocate for the disabled, for trans people or for the mentally ill. regardless of whether or not she lives out her dream, if she refuses to get help for her real problems, i hope that she dies alone and miserable.

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