September 2020 archive

Since I have not formally amended the list…

Neurological medications:
Lisinopril, 5mg once daily
Olanzapine, 10mg once daily if needed
Promethazine, 25mg once daily if needed
Rosuvastatin, 10mg once daily
Trokendi, 200mg once nightly
Zomig dissolvable melt, 5mg up to three times per week

Respiratory medications:
Albuterol, one vial nebulized up to every four hours as needed
Albuterol, two puffs inhaled up to every four hours as needed
Claritin, standard dose
Singulair, standard dose
Symbicort, two inhalations twice daily

Other medications:
Depo-Provera, taken every ninety days

I went ahead and removed prednisone from this, although I take it if absolutely needed. I’m not “on it” due to the pandemic, because if I am exposed to COVID-19 we want me to be able to fight this off to the best of my ability and it is a potent immunosuppressant (that does have purpose). I also alphabetized the list since Symbicort was above Singulair for some peculiar reason, and albuterol wasn’t alphabetized properly… heh.

Your religion kindly stops at my nose.

Another thing about certain religions that I despise is their attempt to force themselves onto unwilling participants. Again, the Catholic and Mormon faiths seem to be two of the worst at this, although my only “experience” has been with Catholicism — I was not raised Mormon, with any of my Mormon relatives, and quickly came to reject the Mormon faith, resulting in many of my extended Mormon relatives no longer associating with me as a result, which hasn’t concerned me any since I wasn’t any closer to them than being friends on social media had allowed anyway. But I do know that those two faiths are particularly bad about trying to force individuals who are not even members of their doctrine into following their faith. For instance:

· the Catholic faith “demands” that children born of a Catholic parent be baptized Catholic
· the Catholic faith “demands” that children born of a Catholic parent be brought up Catholic
· if one member of the marriage is Catholic, the marriage must generally take place in a Catholic church, getting a dispensation from this is difficult, and it must follow their marriage protocol even with one
· if a non-Catholic marries a Catholic, they must be “open to life” and not contracept “for it to be valid”
· if a non-Catholic marries a Catholic, they must be monogamous (“faithful for life”) “for it to be valid”
· if a non-Catholic has been previously married, they must pursue an annulment through the Catholic church
· the Catholic church requires that both parties go through various pre-marriage… consults prior to marriage

To me, this is a lot of control being exercised for someone who might never convert to Catholicism, and I can see why it puts a lot of people off to Catholicism. Prior to the wedding that wasn’t with Bub’s father, I eventually put my foot down and stated that I was not willing to do anything that his church asked of me. I was not willing to convert, I was not willing to consent to my older son’s conversion or our son’s baptism, and I was not willing to do anything that his church asked of me in the way of marriage because I was sick and tired of having anything at all to do with his church. It finally managed to get the point across though…

That was when I began to enforce the requirement that I not be expected to participate in the religious activities of any significant other unless we shared that religion in common coming into the relationship. I wasn’t going to go to church with them, I wasn’t going to partake in any of their rituals, I wasn’t going to attend any functions with them. I didn’t want to hear about them if it was something that we didn’t already share in common, and to be frank, if we didn’t share religion in common and their religion was that important to them, I would wonder why we were even in a relationship given what my religious views are.

I haven’t ever really mentioned this here, but…

Some religions I dislike more than others, even though it can be said that I dislike all organized religion equally. The ones that I dislike the most are ones that aggressively try to indoctrinate children, attempting to “make them members” from as early of ages as they possibly can with the intent to raise them to be “faithful members” from infancy or early childhood on up (so religions that actively practice infant baptism and childhood communion are two examples of religions that I do not like and can not stand… I am a bit more lenient when it comes to religions that do not practice these things, especially when they allow the child in question to make the free and fully formed choice to become a practicing member, and I’m not talking about Catholicism’s practice of infant baptism followed by the confirmation that is usually undertaken at or around adolescence, because it is generally almost outright coerced even if they’ll never actually admit to doing it).

Another thing that I dislike about the most… cult-like, or preachy of religions, is the ones that expect the individual’s significant other or prospective spouse to convert alongside them to “make it easier to get married in the church”. It seems like Catholicism and Mormonism, for all the things that they do not have in common with each other, are the worst at this, because they do this the most. In relationships like these — even simply relationships — the Catholic or Mormon individual wants their significant other to convert. They aggressively evangelize their faith to their significant other with the goal of converting them and marrying them in the church, and that sort of courtship has never sat well with me. Bub’s father’s family began coercing me into attending Masses with them against my will when they found out that I was pregnant with his child (or, shall I say, his mother did… after telling him each time that I did not want to attend these things, his response was that “his mother said that I had to come”, which quickly culminated in me bringing my PSP to Masses when I was relegated to their church’s cry room to keep me away from incense used due to my asthma, where I would ignore everything that went on around me and silently play video games with it hidden in the arm of my sweater until I finally got to stop attending everything with them). As mentioned in previous posts, I was eventually rushed into signing up for religious conversion classes intentionally not even allowed to read the forms that I was filling out, and wound up outing myself as a non-believer after the first, last, and only class that I sat through so that I could be dropped from the class, ending me having anything to do with their church since it had become clear that I would never convert or consent to our child’s baptism.

To be honest, I felt used that entire time. I felt like the expectation was “if I attended enough Masses and church functions” (never minding the fact that I intentionally did not fraternize with any parishioners and, through my own conscious actions, did not make a single friend out of any of them) “I would see that this was the one true church, believe in it, and want to convert”. I just wanted to stop attending everything and go home at the end of the day. Looking back on it, I should have felt used longer than I actually did though.

If you have to push your religion on children from infancy or childhood on up, you need to rethink how strong your religious doctrines are if you can’t even give children a chance to form their very own opinions on them.

Expecting people to “act less disabled” in spaces.

This is the closest that I have come thus far in this entire blog, aside from writing about… various experiences that I have had with attempted religious indoctrination as they relate to Bub’s father’s family, in writing about specific experiences with people, but I felt like they had to be addressed in the way of disability advocacy: the expectation that non-disabled, or sometimes even other disabled, people have in expecting disabled individuals to “tone down the disabled parts of themselves” in general, to “act less disabled” in mixed spaces, and not to talk about the parts of their lives that have to do with their disabilities, even if being disabled “takes up a large part of their lives” and they are proud of being disabled. Like I’ve said, this seems to be something that society does in general, whether it is being done by non-disabled members of society or even disabled members of society who do not feel that they are “as disabled”, who have better passing privilege (the ability to be seen as non-disabled by society if and when they want to be, or simply to “turn off” being seen as disabled to their advantage), or who are not as proud of being disabled as the disabled person in question. I’ve noticed that this intersection can also sometimes occur when the disabled person in question is a member of the disability advocacy community, or “disabled community”, in general.

I do not like having to “tone down the disabled parts of myself”, as I feel that being disabled is an important and integral part of myself. I can not be myself without being disabled, and I should not have to expect to “be the non-disabled part of myself”, because that is a large part of my identity. If I were not disabled, I would not be the person that I am. If me being who I am makes you uncomfortable, that is something that you need to reconcile with yourself. That should not be something that I need to “tone down” in myself to make you more comfortable with me. I should not be expected to “act less disabled” in mixed spaces because there are non-disabled individuals present, because what sort of standard does that set in the era that claims to be all about social justice? Not a very good one, I’m afraid. Disability is not, and should not be, something that you can “turn on and off” to make other people’s lives easier. If that is something that I feel I have to do to make a group of people’s lives easier, maybe I need to consider how much time I spend around that group of people. Me being disabled is simply me being myself. If someone can’t tolerate that or doesn’t like that, then they need to tell me that they can’t tolerate me and that they don’t like me. It’s just that simple.

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