People: Don't call people morons.
Person with cognitive impairment: It's fine.
People: You insult people with cognitive impairment!
Person with cognitive impairment: I don't think so. Do you have cognitive impairment?
People: HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST I HAVE A COGNITIVE IMPAIRMENT
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It's not even a one off.
It happens literally every time I don't think a given word of insult necessarily means me.
The super woke are very determined that all words of insult mean me and that what I actually am is in itself a massive offense.
Stop it.
Ok, now it's a subtweet thread about how I am 3000 shades of toxic and harmful, because I don't invest my literal existence with a term of insult.
The hoops of it. Accept I'm a moron, stupid, idiot, whatever other terms and be offended by them, or be evil and oppressive for not.
PS. Shaun Bailey is still a moron.
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Things you won't learn about poverty from engaging in a budget eating challenge 🧵
1. Eating the same item so many times you cannot force another forkful & can barely stand to look at it. You'd rather not eat than face it. It's always something you actually do/did like.
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Finessing absolute garbage.
When times are hard enough to go to incredible lengths to use food you shouldn't. How much intervention does it take to save that slice of bread? Maybe if you pick the mould off, toast it twice and put marmite on it? Will it maybe be ok then?
2.
Missing your favourite thing and not having access to it, for literally years.
I haven't had steak since at least 2019. I am also a fan of seafood and cheeses.
How long can you hold a thought? People in poverty are holding theirs way longer than your eating challenge lasts.
I got in at about 7.30pm, after visiting a friend. My children had been gifted some personalised mugs so I wanted to make a stop at the shop for hot chocolate to put in them before bed.
As I'd have to pass the town centre to go home it made sense to swing round that way...
1.🧵
It was only 7.30pm. In pre-Covid, pre-disability times I often walked through that way much later than that. There are shops, pubs, takeaways, restaurants and betting offices that stay open later. My memory held that for this town, at this time, this was fine.
2.
I found town deserted. Just a few outliers standing in the doorways of vacant shops, or wobbling by. I was the only woman I could see anywhere, and the only person who looked sober. For that matter also the only person who looked kempt.
Just getting up this morning and Utilita cut my electric off.
Electric is back, after some raised voices between me and the child that can see it but not understand it, where said child kept trying to put the trip switch off instead of looking at the meter.
Should this be happening? No.
Is it? Yes.
The gas might be on, I truly cannot know until I go upstairs and check the boiler.
The boiler that tends to break when the gas is shut off.
That boiler.
The one that's gonna ultimately cost me my tenancy with a section 21 eviction, I suspect.
It's really not going my way tonight. I've wrecked dinner. It's so hot (spicy hot) that I can't touch the spoon to my mouth. I don't like hot that much, the kids even less. Its way beyond "just put loads of rice with it". 🔥🔥🔥
It hasn't got a name, let me list what's in it..
Can of coconut milk, 2 cans plum tomatoes, tablespoon of curry powder all straight into slow cooker.
Lump of ginger (grated), 4 cloves of garlic (grated), one(!) scotch bonnet chilli, bunch of thyme (leaves stripped) heated in a pan with sunflower oil and dash of soy sauce...
This thing is now Lazer hot. It shouldn't be, but it is.
My options at this point are knock it down by about 90% (is that even possible?) or pour it out on some waste ground and hope no one sees me... I'm joking, but only just.
In light of that bloody article, let me walk you through what is not extreme fatigue...
This morning my ex came to get the children up for school as he now does daily because I can't do that and also do anything else at all in a day...
1.
When I say "anything else" I am not referring to a job, or a social life, I mean ANYthing.
If I had to drive the morning school run I wouldn't also be able to get dressed. I wouldn't be able to take a bath for those 5 days, I wouldn't manage any lunch or dinner.
ANYTHING
2.
Even then, I don't think I would last the full 5 day school week.
So what the fuck am I calling the morning routine then? Do we have a farm to run or something?
I'm talking about a normal get up, teeth, uniform, breakfast, shoes, sign permission slip, car kinda morning.