(via bblacklistedd)
Me too. I complain a lot and pretend I should have lived in New York in the 60’s, but the whole Internet thing has kind of worked out for me.
I’ve never really desired to live in an earlier age. Having a medical condition like diabeetus sort of frames everything in my life… I know that even if I was born a decade earlier, my treatment and quality of life would be much different. If I was born 50 years ago, I may not have seen my early 20s. Even now… I have restrictions on my autonomy (how do you manage an insulin regimen if you travel overseas?!) but at least I have insulin pens I can carry around without taking up too much space or arousing too much suspicion.
And in this day and age, even though owning being mentally ill is tough and shit (especially on days like today… it has been really fucked) I can still thank disability activists who fight against the stigma of being depressed and anxious. Maybe I would have experienced really awful “treatment” had I been born in an earlier decade. My grandmother is bipolar and had ECT, in the days when it was very traumatic and painful (and UNHELPFUL for my granma), and my dad and aunties were taken off her… it makes me sick to think about how women with mental illness used to be treated.