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  •  G-d yes. (20+ / 0-)

    They can come be the ones with the head full of squirrels and talking birds.  The hallucinations and the body that you can't control because of the side effects of the medications that control the crazypants - a bit. Sometimes.  

    The boredom and the SHAME of being disabled in America - of being a man and unable to work when you LOOK able bodied but can't function in a way that makes work possible right now.  Of freezing up in job interviews.  Of being overwhelmed by loud noises and bright lights and simply too much sensory input because of autism.  

    Of trying to explain that you need some small accommodations, but if you have them you are one hell of a worker at the tasks you can perform well.  Of begging people to see past the labels and giving you a chance when there are so many people out of work - you're the bottom of the pile.

    I speak multiple languages.  I can organize, create work systems, streamline processes, work the night shift, cook one hell of a meal and even make people laugh with me rather than at me in the right circumstances.  I won multiple awards for productivity when I was well, for saving companies millions of dollars, for award winning food too - I became a chef when I couldn't handle office workspaces anymore. But finding those opportunities to be a part of a society that doesn't want you - so very slim right now.

    And now they want to take away my freaking Diet Pepsi because I don't deserve a little luxury because poor = stupid?  It just chaps my ass.

    And we sail and we sail and we never see land, just the rum in the bottle and a pipe in my hand...

    by Mortifyd on Thu Mar 21, 2013 at 08:39:49 PM PDT

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