sometimes when I’m bored, I go through the list of recent bad faith Wikipedia edits that have since been reverted. a lot of them are politically contentious/offensive topics that attract crazies and trolls in general, but sometimes there are completely innocent inoffensive articles that people attack for no reason. some guy yesterday vandalized the article on the chemical element francium
What able bodied authors think I, an amputee and a wheelchair user, would want in a scifi setting:
Tech that can regenerate my old meat legs.
Robot legs that work just like meat legs and are functionally just meat legs but robot
Literally anything that would mean I don’t have to use a wheelchair.
If I do need to use a wheelchair, make it fly or able to “walk me” upstairs
What I actually want:
Prosthetic covers that can change colour because I’m too indecisive to pick one colour/pattern for the next 5+ years.
A leg that I can turn off (seriously, my above knee prosthetic has no off switch… just… why?)
A leg that won’t have to get refitted every time I gain or loose weight.
A wheelchair that I can teleport to me and legs I can teleport away when I’m too tierd to keep walking. And vice versa.
In that same vein, legs I can teleport on instead of having to fiddle around with the sockets for half an hour.
Prosthetic feet that don’t require me to wear shoes. F*ck shoes.
Actually accessible architecture, which means when I do want to use my wheelchair, it’s not an issue.
Prosthetic legs with dragon-claw feet instead of boring human feet or just digigrade prosthetics that are just as functional as normal human-shaped ones.
A manual wheelchair with the option to lift my seat up like those scissor-lift things so I’m not eye-level with everyone’s butt on public transport/so I can reach the top shelf by myself.
A prosthetic foot that lights up when it hits the ground like those children’s shoes.
Imagine my shock as a neurodivergent teen when I first realized that using large vocabulary and eloquent speech doesn’t make you less likely to be misinterpreted, rather it adds an entirely new layer of misinterpretation I had never even realized existed in the form of people thinking you’re being snobbish or condescending when you’re just trying to be specific
They told you that you were going to lead an army, 10,000 men strong, they didn’t tell you it contained only a single trained soldier, and 9,999 support musicians.
![A screenshot of the poem "The Quiet World" by Jeffrey McDaniel. It reads: In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say "I only used fifty-nine today. I saved the rest for you." When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, so I slowly whisper "I love you" thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. [End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/eeb4aaf9db449f0fe0a6bb490130dd22/2209e5f2ab4a5a34-84/s500x750/e36f82f4a19753512cbc0f06f7130f8035417a4e.png)
![A screenshot of the poem "Fragment 147" from Sappho, translated by Anne Carson. It reads: someone will remember us I say even in another time. [End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/6d3213047941cc037f35945bf9ccfb25/2209e5f2ab4a5a34-b8/s500x750/29bf041b822f1ef3d7f8ec225ba3ccbd602bc6bd.png)
