Women and men who shame people, especially men, for being virgins past a certain age are ableist. Autistic people have a harder time initiating relationships, and we don't need cruel, ableist shaming on top of our innate hardships.

Imagine feeling insulted by the fact that cringe culture does indeed target neurodivergent traits, she isn’t just saying that liking childish things or cringe= autism, its literally that cringe culture targets autistic people’s interests and traits

Seeing so many posts recently on r/Professors complaining about students' disability accomodations. Even my own colleagues where I teach complain about accomodations. Makes me feel really bummed about to be a disabled professor. So many people in my community are other disabled academics who have left academia because of its rampant, normalized, and encouraged ableism.

I’m so sick of this. People treating mental illness with respect until it’s something that can’t be masked easily, until it can’t be romanticized or related to.

As an autistic person i have come to realise how the r slur is so normalised online

for example if a celebrrity gets in drama for saying the r slur people will defend them by saying

"its just a word" or "it wasnt directed at anyone so its fine"

The r word is not just a word it is a slur and just because it isnt directed at anyone doesnt remove the fact your useing ableist language that shouldnt be said.

If the same celebrity got in drama for another word they would be called out for it (and rightfully so) so i dont get why the r slur is any different for people

idk, just fell like ableism is fully excepted into the community, even really nice guys ( or people who seem realy nice ) are sometimes extremely ableist :/

Not only he is against vaccines, ADHD medications for children, he is against accommodating people with wheelchairs…

There are comments defending and agreed with him

I have used reddit since 2011. I feel like it has changed. Maybe I've just grown to realize how toxic it can be.

I can no longer have a rational discussion about my personal life anywhere but niche subreddits. People literally try and tell me I'm lying about my health issues or that I'm not trying hard enough to fix them. It's infuriating and I feel upset that my online life has the same issues (gaslighting) as I do IRL.

It's so frustrating making a post asking people from my local area for advice on local places that actually be enjoyable to eat at for someone like me and one of the first responses is this one. Must be nice to never encounter the problems I deal with daily. It's unhinged to say I belong in an asylum for having a sensory processing disorder.

I didn’t know about this sub. r/ableism could equally be a sub name for people who are ableist themselves.

Using my throwaway here. Please let me know if this isn’t the sub to put this in, but I needed somewhere to say it and I couldn’t think of anywhere else to come.

Okay, so, like my title said, I (20F) am physically disabled. I’m also the oldest of four sisters. I was born with cerebral palsy on the milder end of the spectrum, but I still have to wear leg braces, I can’t run, jump, or do anything super physical, and I experience a lot of pain and soreness. Generally, because I’m the only disabled person in my family, I try to live a life as close to “normal” as possible. I don’t ask for help unless I have no other choice, and anything I can hide, like soreness or muscle spasms, I hide. I pull my weight and then some when it comes to chores and housework and things like that, and I do as much as I can to make sure I’m not burdening anyone.

There’s always been tension between me and the sister closest to my age. I tend to be viewed as “the responsible one” by my parents, while she has a rebellious streak. I study hard and usually do well in school, but she doesn’t see any value in academic stuff (by her own admission) so she doesn’t try. I have a steady job as an actress with a local theater company, which she resents because she claims she’s always dreamed of doing theater but never actually does it. I’ve known for a while that she believes everything comes easily for me, but I didn’t think my disability factored into that.

I was very, very wrong. I recently discovered that she’s been running an online blog sharing stories about our family, and generally not good ones. She’s crafted an entire narrative painting herself as an overlooked, overshadowed “main character” just trying to be heard in a household full of people who ignore and underestimate her. The things she posts feature twisted versions of everyone in my family, but it was her idea of me that hurt the most. She presents me as the perfect golden child who gets everything handed to me. I glide effortlessly through life, babied by everyone, but I would have nothing if I wasn’t disabled. My teachers make things easy on me on purpose; my roles as an actress are either given to me out of pity or done for “diversity points.” One exact quote from the blog is “she can use the fact that her legs don’t work right to get her out of anything.”

And there were followers actually buying this BS. 2500 of them, to be exact. Every rant I featured in was full of people telling her how common it was for the disabled child to have it easier than everyone else, advising her to confront my mom on my obvious status as the favorite, and going off about how wrong it was that I manipulate people with my disability.

I learned all this on Sunday, and I’m just…crushed. I knew she had this idea in her head that nothing is difficult for me, but I didn’t know it ran so deep and I didn’t know it was based around my disability. Up until discovering this, I actually would have said my family was great at supporting me, but now? I just can’t cope with the fact that one of my closest family members believes that I don’t deserve anything I have because of a condition I can’t even control. I didn’t ask to be born the way I was. I’ve worked so hard to get to the place I’m at, but now it feels like there’s always going to be someone who thinks I’m not worthy of it. I just want to get in her face and scream about how much I hide from her, how much hardship she doesn’t see me going through. I wouldn’t change myself for the world, and I’m proud of who I am, but if I could change places with her for one day, I think I would do it. I just want her to know how things really are outside of this victim fantasy she’s dreamed up.