I learned a new word today. Transabled. This means someone who believes they are disabled trapped in a standard body and that people should recognize them for this and oh the feels, blah blah blah. Here's why this pisses me off in particular.
There are a lot of disabled people in the world who should be enraged at this shyt but I'm going to mention one in particular.
I have a cousin who has FOP. Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva. What this means is "your body gradually replaces every fukking muscle you have with bone and traps you in your own goddamn skin so you can't move." On top of that, after her first major flare-up, doctors misdiagnosed her with cancer, and amputated her right arm and shoulder. She happens to be right handed. Oh, and surgery is about the worst goddamn thing you can do to someone with FOP. She currently uses a wheelchair most of the time, but can walk laboriously with a cane, and barely has use of her other arm.
However, just about every time I start to bytch and piss and moan about my stupid life, I see some update from her on Facebook about how great and beautiful life is, and how happy she is for what she has. She spends all of her time raising money and fighting for a cure that she will probably never live to see. I have not ever once heard her bytch about anything and what really got me was her Christmas wish, quoted below.
"I wish there was some give room between my arm and side .. Due to the FOP my one arm is stuck glued to my side from the elbow to shoulder .. I can only wear thin type tops .. Ugh
.. Ok that is all .. #wishesicouldwearcuterclothesfortheholiday"
That's the closest thing to a complaint I've ever seen out of her.
And then today I hear about this transabled bullshyt and I just had to bytch. Sorry if this is the wrong place, but if anyone has a better idea, please let me know. Every time I feel sorry for myself for having an eating disorder, or a past drug addiction, or any other stupid, self-indulgent whiny first world bullshyt like that, or when i don't want to leave the house because I'm in a bad mood (bawwwww), I try to think of her. These transbullshyt people should be ashamed.
I know that this sounds like an obvious one and I apologize in advance if this comes off a little corny, but hear me out really quick. I'm willing to admit that it's probably one of my biggest flaws that I complain about stupid shyt that really doesn't add up to a whole lot in the end, but sometimes we (in this case, I) are fortunate enough to get a really hefty dose of reality that reminds us to appreciate what we do have. I found the following post on Reddit:
I have a working body. I have a working brain. I don't have any allergies. I've never even had a fukking cavity before. People like this remind me and hopefully others that life is really beautiful if you let it be beautiful. This girl mentioned above does that best and she is dying a slow and painful death, simply appreciating being a part of the show and having her friends and family around. 
This was mostly me kinda reprimanding myself.