This person came after my children when he found out that they are disabled and receive various government benefits as a result of that. I decided that since he had the nerve to come after my children, I would censor my own name out but not his — make him own what he said. And with the help of a good friend, this was actually reported to this person’s job, because my friend was able to find his LinkedIn profile and we were able to confirm that it was his. So they Tweeted the full screenshot of him saying what he said to me to their Human Relations department, who promised that they would look into the post and take appropriate action. It was this post that drew him a few supporters convinced that “if you can type, you can work”. I would have let this one go if he didn’t decide to come after my disabled children, but you reap what you sew when you bring someone’s children into it for no reason. I have decided two months in advance that next year, I’m not going to let so many of these comments go, and if they are bad enough I am going to try to report them to their jobs’ Human Relations departments. I have friends who are more savvy about this who are willing to help me, too. If they read this post and would like to, they can out themselves in the comments.

Some people found the Tweet that my friend sent to the Human Relations (HR) department of the job that the man has who snidely told me that he expected me to raise my profoundly disabled children to be dependent on other people rather than… what was it, learn to rely on themselves or support themselves or something? The conversation eventually degenerated into some of them thinking that I am not actually disabled, that I am “gaming the system” — I wish I weren’t disabled, but anyway — because I have hobbies and interests that I at least try to engage in. And as it is, Bub is getting his video games. I don’t care how much hot coal I have to walk across to give them to him, or how much pain medication I have to responsibly take. I wear sunglasses inside the house almost all the time now unless I have to take them off because I can’t see what I’m doing while I’m wearing them. My half of the house is dimmed. Sometimes I like to at least attempt to enjoy hobbies and interests even if they cause me pain and even if I have to medicate that pain.

I am sick and tired of conservatives suggesting to disabled people “jobs that they can do at home” because, yeah, let me work from home, be on the clock, and have a seizure. I go apraxic during those. Or let me be incapacitated by a migraine that is actually substantially worse than labor pains… and trust me, I do know.

“But he shouldn’t be punished for saying one thing (he should regret)”… but he brought children into it.

Like, I wouldn’t have cared if he had focused his ire on me, but he brought my children into it.