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{ For everyone upset about that case in the Netherlands I posted earlier… }

meloukhia:

Are you aware that restraint and seclusion in US schools are poorly regulated, and disability rights activists have been trying for several YEARS now to get a law banning restraint and seclusion in schools passed? A report from the AP last year (content note for abuse of PWDs, suicide, and see how I cited my source?) notes one of the more dire consequences of lack of regulation:

“It took the death of my son for everybody to start listening about this problem,” said King, a construction worker who lives in Gainesville, north of Atlanta. “I wish we had known they were locking him up like that or we would have taken him out of that school. They treated my kid like a prisoner.”
It is perfectly legal for schools across the United States to place children in isolation as well as tying/tethering and otherwise restricting their movement.

Jesus.

(Source: se-smith, via lucypaw)

krona:

newsflick:

More U.S. Soldiers Killed Themselves Than Died in Combat in 2010

Support the troops against their own job.

krona:

newsflick:

More U.S. Soldiers Killed Themselves Than Died in Combat in 2010

Support the troops against their own job.

(via tranzient-deactivated20110219-d)

thejuthikakid:

anarchyofthemind:

etrehumain:

missdaisyvo:

aksand-toes:

That’s so sad..

That is sad, but let me just say something- society is not that poor thing’s murderer. Why blame society every time someone commits an atrocious act against their own self? You may feel like suicide is forced, but it’s often a choice. You never have to make the choice to let yourself suffer. You can toughen up and/or get help. I’m sorry, but I can no longer blame the world every time someone hurts themselves. It makes no sense to me.
Further, maybe that child was suffering from something much deeper than the discomfort and sadness of being teased by other children. Because you don’t just become sad and kill yourself. Suicide stems from deep psychological depression. Also, I know calling another kid fat isn’t nice, but that’s the world. It’s reality, and I’m sure many other people have dealt with bullies before and turned out just fine. I know people will tell me, “but Daisy, she was just a kid”, but so what? She didn’t have to die. She could have chosen to toughen up and confront her insecurities. Or, like I said, she could’ve gotten serious help.
The world, my darlings, is an ugly place. We’ve all been through something or other with mean people, bullies, bastards and biotches who don’t like us, but we cannot blame them for our problems. Why? Because you don’t have to listen to them. You can get help. It should terrify anyone that whenever a person gives up fighting, people blame their aggressors without even questioning the victim’s courage or the affection of those who claim to love them.

Nobody deserves to feel marginalized by society. Nobody deserves to feel like there’s no hope left. Telling people to suck it up and get help if they need it is easier said than done.

Yeah just suck up your chronic depression… wait… what the fuck?

I wish I could suck it up.
I’m suffering from chronic depression. I’m suicidal all the time. Going outside scares me to the point that I scream to drown everything out. I burn instead of cut because the scars aren’t there and my parents can’t see them. I’m getting help but everyday, everyday is a fight for life, for me to be happy.
It’s so much harder than you think. I urge you to step in my shoes, to step in another’s for their depression and suicidal thoughts. It’s a lot harder than you think it is. 

[image: screenshot of a comment that reads: “Every suicide has a murderer.  The killer?  Society.  You may ask ‘why do you say this?’  My daughter killed herself because she thought she was fat.  Society told her she was fat.  She was only eight years old.”]
oh my god, why would anyone tell people with depression to suck it up?  just to sound smart or tough or enlightened?
@missdaisyvo: you are beyond callous and insensitive.

thejuthikakid:

anarchyofthemind:

etrehumain:

missdaisyvo:

aksand-toes:

That’s so sad..

That is sad, but let me just say something- society is not that poor thing’s murderer. Why blame society every time someone commits an atrocious act against their own self? You may feel like suicide is forced, but it’s often a choice. You never have to make the choice to let yourself suffer. You can toughen up and/or get help. I’m sorry, but I can no longer blame the world every time someone hurts themselves. It makes no sense to me.

Further, maybe that child was suffering from something much deeper than the discomfort and sadness of being teased by other children. Because you don’t just become sad and kill yourself. Suicide stems from deep psychological depression. Also, I know calling another kid fat isn’t nice, but that’s the world. It’s reality, and I’m sure many other people have dealt with bullies before and turned out just fine. I know people will tell me, “but Daisy, she was just a kid”, but so what? She didn’t have to die. She could have chosen to toughen up and confront her insecurities. Or, like I said, she could’ve gotten serious help.

The world, my darlings, is an ugly place. We’ve all been through something or other with mean people, bullies, bastards and biotches who don’t like us, but we cannot blame them for our problems. Why? Because you don’t have to listen to them. You can get help. It should terrify anyone that whenever a person gives up fighting, people blame their aggressors without even questioning the victim’s courage or the affection of those who claim to love them.

Nobody deserves to feel marginalized by society. Nobody deserves to feel like there’s no hope left. Telling people to suck it up and get help if they need it is easier said than done.

Yeah just suck up your chronic depression… wait… what the fuck?

I wish I could suck it up.

I’m suffering from chronic depression. I’m suicidal all the time. Going outside scares me to the point that I scream to drown everything out. I burn instead of cut because the scars aren’t there and my parents can’t see them. I’m getting help but everyday, everyday is a fight for life, for me to be happy.

It’s so much harder than you think. I urge you to step in my shoes, to step in another’s for their depression and suicidal thoughts. It’s a lot harder than you think it is. 

[image: screenshot of a comment that reads: “Every suicide has a murderer.  The killer?  Society.  You may ask ‘why do you say this?’  My daughter killed herself because she thought she was fat.  Society told her she was fat.  She was only eight years old.”]

oh my god, why would anyone tell people with depression to suck it up?  just to sound smart or tough or enlightened?

@missdaisyvo: you are beyond callous and insensitive.

(Source: pererro, via juthikaforpresident-deactivated)

allthebloodinmyveins:

etrehumain:

missdaisyvo:

aksand-toes:

That’s so sad..

That is sad, but let me just say something- society is not that poor thing’s murderer. Why blame society every time someone commits an atrocious act against their own self? You may feel like suicide is forced, but it’s often a choice. You never have to make the choice to let yourself suffer. You can toughen up and/or get help. I’m sorry, but I can no longer blame the world every time someone hurts themselves. It makes no sense to me.
Further, maybe that child was suffering from something much deeper than the discomfort and sadness of being teased by other children. Because you don’t just become sad and kill yourself. Suicide stems from deep psychological depression. Also, I know calling another kid fat isn’t nice, but that’s the world. It’s reality, and I’m sure many other people have dealt with bullies before and turned out just fine. I know people will tell me, “but Daisy, she was just a kid”, but so what? She didn’t have to die. She could have chosen to toughen up and confront her insecurities. Or, like I said, she could’ve gotten serious help.
The world, my darlings, is an ugly place. We’ve all been through something or other with mean people, bullies, bastards and biotches who don’t like us, but we cannot blame them for our problems. Why? Because you don’t have to listen to them. You can get help. It should terrify anyone that whenever a person gives up fighting, people blame their aggressors without even questioning the victim’s courage or the affection of those who claim to love them.

Nobody deserves to feel marginalized by society. Nobody deserves to feel like there’s no hope left. Telling people to suck it up and get help if they need it is easier said than done.

I really despise the sentence ‘just toughen up and/or get help’ when talking about suicide. First of all, if anyone would like to take me to task for my numerous suicide attempts, which were certainly exacerbated by abuse and molestation at the hands of others, who had probably had it embedded in their heads that people like me were free for the abusing, that once we no longer conformed to a pre-set socially acceptable norm, we were fair game for others. People used to snatch at my body and my clothes, pin me against lockers to run their hands over my body because they couldn’t tell whether I was a boy or a girl because I didn’t fit social gender norms or body norms. But really, all I needed to do was toughen up.
From day one, we’re taught what’s acceptable, what’s beautiful, what’s appealing, and what’s desirable. We have it crammed down our throats and shoved in our faces that if we do NOT look a certain way we are not worthy of human respect. We are not worthy of love. We are not worthy of intimacy. Some people can accept this message or subvert it or ignore it. Others cannot. For ten years, I could not. And I know that it was not just because I was weak or imbalanced.It was because every day I had a new set of messages, external and internal that said, you don’t deserve to live, you freak.
And telling an 8 year old girl to ‘toughen up’? How about we not.

[image: screenshot of a comment that reads: “Every suicide has a  murderer.  The killer?  Society.  You may ask ‘why do you say this?’  My  daughter killed herself because she thought she was fat.  Society told  her she was fat.  She was only eight years old.”]

allthebloodinmyveins:

etrehumain:

missdaisyvo:

aksand-toes:

That’s so sad..

That is sad, but let me just say something- society is not that poor thing’s murderer. Why blame society every time someone commits an atrocious act against their own self? You may feel like suicide is forced, but it’s often a choice. You never have to make the choice to let yourself suffer. You can toughen up and/or get help. I’m sorry, but I can no longer blame the world every time someone hurts themselves. It makes no sense to me.

Further, maybe that child was suffering from something much deeper than the discomfort and sadness of being teased by other children. Because you don’t just become sad and kill yourself. Suicide stems from deep psychological depression. Also, I know calling another kid fat isn’t nice, but that’s the world. It’s reality, and I’m sure many other people have dealt with bullies before and turned out just fine. I know people will tell me, “but Daisy, she was just a kid”, but so what? She didn’t have to die. She could have chosen to toughen up and confront her insecurities. Or, like I said, she could’ve gotten serious help.

The world, my darlings, is an ugly place. We’ve all been through something or other with mean people, bullies, bastards and biotches who don’t like us, but we cannot blame them for our problems. Why? Because you don’t have to listen to them. You can get help. It should terrify anyone that whenever a person gives up fighting, people blame their aggressors without even questioning the victim’s courage or the affection of those who claim to love them.

Nobody deserves to feel marginalized by society. Nobody deserves to feel like there’s no hope left. Telling people to suck it up and get help if they need it is easier said than done.

I really despise the sentence ‘just toughen up and/or get help’ when talking about suicide. First of all, if anyone would like to take me to task for my numerous suicide attempts, which were certainly exacerbated by abuse and molestation at the hands of others, who had probably had it embedded in their heads that people like me were free for the abusing, that once we no longer conformed to a pre-set socially acceptable norm, we were fair game for others. People used to snatch at my body and my clothes, pin me against lockers to run their hands over my body because they couldn’t tell whether I was a boy or a girl because I didn’t fit social gender norms or body norms. But really, all I needed to do was toughen up.

From day one, we’re taught what’s acceptable, what’s beautiful, what’s appealing, and what’s desirable. We have it crammed down our throats and shoved in our faces that if we do NOT look a certain way we are not worthy of human respect. We are not worthy of love. We are not worthy of intimacy. Some people can accept this message or subvert it or ignore it. Others cannot. For ten years, I could not. And I know that it was not just because I was weak or imbalanced.It was because every day I had a new set of messages, external and internal that said, you don’t deserve to live, you freak.

And telling an 8 year old girl to ‘toughen up’? How about we not.

[image: screenshot of a comment that reads: “Every suicide has a murderer.  The killer?  Society.  You may ask ‘why do you say this?’  My daughter killed herself because she thought she was fat.  Society told her she was fat.  She was only eight years old.”]

(Source: pererro, via notforallthewealthofcaesar-deac)

“My kid’s not here anymore. My kid’s not here anymore! He’s dead! Because of him! He ruined my fucking life! I’d like him to go to Hell, and rot there forever! No, you know what he told everybody in court? ‘They need to be held accountable for their actions.’ YOU need to be! You remember me? Do you remember me? You remember my son, an all-star wrestler? He’s GONE! He shot himself in the heart! You scumbag! You ruined my fucking life!”

Distraught mother SANDY FONZO, of Wilkes-Barre, PA, angrily confronting the judge who sentenced her then-17-year-old son for possession of drug paraphernalia to 30 days at a juvenile detention center, followed by four months at a boot camp — for what was only his first offense.  Ms. Ponzo said her son was emotionally scarred by the sentence for years after — “The kid was never the same” — and as a result, committed suicide in June 2010.

Ponzo confronted the judge, Mark Ciavarella, as he left court: Ciavarella was convicted of racketeering, money laundering and other charges related to the building of the PA Child Care center — the juvenile detention hall where he’d sent Ponzo’s son.

Prosecutors said Ciavarella had routinely sent juveniles to the center for minor offenses in a bid to ensure its occupancy rate remained high.

Scumbag indeed.  May he rot in Hell.

(Via the Wilkes Barre Times Leader)

Oh, yeah. NEPA judges are incredibly fucking corrupt. I heard sooooo many scandal stories over the past year (that I lived there) it was silly.

(via nines19)

(via juthikaforpresident-deactivated)

{ Can you please, please stop using suicide as a joke? }

thejuthikakid:

It’s not. Ghaddafi is a fucking asshole, and I would like for him to get proper punishment, but suicide is something different. 

(via juthikaforpresident-deactivated)

{ people when you are talking about suicide [content warning] }

porygon2:

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juthikalalala:

trastorn:

They are contemplating suicide.

Please do this. I know the post is 14 hours old but you never know.

(Source: antesdachuva, via juthikaforpresident-deactivated)

“REBLOG: to raise awareness about the suicide rates of Native youth, which is 10 times the national average. That means for every 1 teen outside of Indian Country that takes their own life, 10 native teens take their lives.”

the start of change happens with raising awareness.

(via missgreyday)

(Proportional to the population.) Suicide is a very serious problem. In my family there have been two suicides, one attempted, and several “accidents”. It is something that really needs to be addressed.

(via custerdiedforyoursins)

(via custerdiedforyoursins)

lakalenyu:

hey so people with a vested interest in not being cissexist, binarist douches could you do me a favor

[Trauma Warning: cissexism, binarism, erasure, suicide.]

jonaki:

lakalenyu:

When you’re doing image captions or otherwise describing people whose gender you do not know can you maybe NOT describe them as “female/feminine-presenting” or “male/masculine-presenting”?

Because, uh. Hi. I’m a CAFAB nonbinary person who likes to wear skirts and frills and bows, oh my. And…

ugh it’s jonaki again (at least i think i’ve come across them before — either way they’re a real piece of shit).

anyway reblogging for lakalenyu’s OP and commentary.

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