The disability insurance company is trying to prove I’m not really too sick to work. Social security is trying to prove the same thing. My sister apparently has similar thoughts. Medicaid is doing the same thing. And many doctors over the years have thought it was all in my head or that I was exaggerating.
So many people, more than I want to think about, seem to think that I’m not doing enough to get better. They think I should be seeing different doctors and taking magic pills so that I’ll be perfectly healthy.
The Supreme Court is due to hand down decisions on Prop 8 and DOMA this week. These two cases regarding same-sex marriage will change the lives of many people close to me. They will change my life too. If same-sex marriage becomes more commonplace in the US, people will become more accepting of it. I have no doubt of that. And that would make things so much easier.
Even within the LGBT community, so many people say that bisexuality doesn’t exist. Bisexuals aren’t real. They talk about “gay marriage” as if same-sex marriage only affects the gay and lesbian communities.
For the first time in a long time, someone said an anti-semitic slur to me today.
Strangers seem to think it’s ok to call me “honey” or “sweetie” in a diminutive way. People often assume I’m not good with math or with computers. They assume I can figure things out in logical ways. When I get upset, people have suggested that it’s “just my hormones.” They make it clear that my thoughts, feelings, and abilities are less valid to them because I am a woman.
I’m so tired of defending who I am. I am me. That’s it. End of story. So if you have a problem with people with chronic illnesses, or with bisexuals or Jews or women, or with a member of any other minority group, you should think about what’s wrong with you that you think you have to be better than everyone else. Then take your nasty thoughts and keep them to yourself.