Some people say they will rest when they are dead. Like that’s a cool thing to say.

Some of us are desperate for rest from ableism that will likely render us dead, way earlier than the rest of the general population.

There are pressures on me at the moment that mean I can’t get much rest at the moment. I keep encountering people wanting to put me on a pension and have me where all the things that keep me wanting to live (work, study) are taken away from me. They can fuck off.

I’m hoping that by my 52nd birthday in early December, I will be able to rest from the pressures of world that keeps telling me I don’t belong.

I’m also exceptionally tired of a world that says autistic people are the problem.

The end.

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