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I made these in response to hate crimes in my community. They are full size and free to download and print if you’d like to use them, too.
Since these are going around, I wanted to fill in some of the gaps! Here are seven more posters for communities under threat. As with the first set, these are completely free to download, print, share, repost, etc with no credit needed. This is open source activism.
Disabled children have needs and wants similarly to how every single person needs and wants certain things whether out of survival or human nature. Just because the needs are different or unfamiliar doesn’t mean they’re outlandish, impossible, or worthy of excessive complaints. A disabled child needing frequent doctors visits, assistance on day to day tasks, or extra attention doesn’t make them a burden, unlovable, or okay to abuse. Abusive therapy, neglect, denial, or overall abusive treatment isn’t a solution and isn’t going to make things better. Instead it’s the worst thing you can do making your child deal with even more obstacles and heartache than just your negative treatment. Disabled children aren’t malicious or needing to change. Parent’s attitudes and actions do.
This is probably the best ukulele playing I’ve ever seen.
It’s always wild when people are amazed by proper Ukulele playing because what they consider “good” is whatever mainlanders are attempting to play while asserting some “quirky” vibe. Ukulele has become trendy on the mainland and people are amazed by what we consider BASIC skills and boring same chord repetition over and over. PLUS malihini don’t even pronounce the name right (what the fuck is a yuu-kuu-lay-lee hahaha).
Here in Hawaiʻi we are busting it out (like these killer wahines) every day in ways you can’t even imagine. Half my nā hoahānau play like this!
We stay laughing. These wahines choke deadly.
This must be what surf rock guitarists were trying to emulate in the 60’s. It’s so fucking good.
“When allies buy into the belief that tragedy is the only true representation of autism and feel like they must put the most intimate details of autistic lives on public display in an effort to tell the world what the condition is really like, it violates the privacy of human beings who likely haven’t consented to sharing their stories. Moreover, it makes an already vulnerable population even more open to public scrutiny, attacks, and abuse. When autistic self-advocates are expected to participate in that conversation, it puts our health and well-being at serious risk. In the interest of protecting my own autistic life, I refuse to participate in this discourse.
For one thing, abject tragedy is not my truth. I do struggle with autism on a regular basis, and I would go so far as to say that I often suffer from some of its most common comorbidities, like depression and anxiety. But even on my worst day, it wouldn’t occur to me to define my life by them. Good things happen to me despite and because of autism. Neutral things happen, too, and they’re as much a part of my true story as the rest. And even if they weren’t, what good would it do me to represent my disability entirely in terms of the misery it causes me and the people I love? Everyone deserves to believe that their life is worth living. In fact, this belief is integral to a person’s very survival in this world. Autistic people face enough suicidal ideation without being asked to think of themselves as nothing more than burdens to their loved ones, and I can’t support or contribute to any conversation that increases that risk.”
