I have found a wonderful dog, Cerise. She is 6 months old and she is WONDERFUL and reacts to training VERY WELL. Unfortunately she is $375, which isn’t bad considering most rescues charge $179 and the low income spay is $115. (Still more, but she is PERFECT.)

I am so close to having enough money to acquiring her (disability pay is crap and they don’t subsidize for service dogs which is stupid since medicaid pays for other disability aids). Now unfortunately it looks like I’m close, but wepay and gofundme both take a cut of my money and you also don’t have to donate to me - you can also donate to my wishlist for training or more importantly a gift certificate from workingservicedog.com which is where I got Sadie’s gear and since Cerise is smaller I will need to get new gear, esp since I need to also get a patch that says SDiT until she is fully trained.

Thanks for reading and if you donate, even $5, thank you from the bottom of my heart and thank you for my sanity. I have learned in the past few weeks how important a SD is to helping me live a normal life with my PTSD.

I hate asking for help, but I am in desperate need. I can’t live without a SD anymore. Thanks again.



The hunt for a new Service Dog is SO HARD.

I mean I guess I could look at breeds other than APBT/American Bullys, but I fucking love them to death and goddammit I have loved pitties all my life and advocated and worked with them for sooooooooo long (and Sadie is a pittie and was a damn fine SD).

Just *sigh*. The search continues.



burrowklown:

OK - I feel really weird doing this, but here it is. I need your help. There are quite a few puppies I’m checking out at several rescues and I should have done this sooner (b/c holy upfront costs batman), but yeah. I need help getting a new SD.

Sadie just can’t do it anymore and I can’t blame her - I should have retired her at least 6 months to a year ago, but I didn’t want to let her go. In any case things are looking up and I need help b/c I can’t afford this on my own.



mentalillnessmouse:

EMDR has been the only thing that’s really helped me with my Severe, Complex-PTSD and there aren’t many practitioners in the small city I live in, and only 1 who takes Medicaid. When I talked to her she told me I had “too much anxiety” to see me. My therapist was confused by this as well (and I have been doing talk therapy for the past 5 years between here and my past middle of nowhere that I lived and have made no progress). *sigh*

mentalillnessmouse:

EMDR has been the only thing that’s really helped me with my Severe, Complex-PTSD and there aren’t many practitioners in the small city I live in, and only 1 who takes Medicaid. When I talked to her she told me I had “too much anxiety” to see me. My therapist was confused by this as well (and I have been doing talk therapy for the past 5 years between here and my past middle of nowhere that I lived and have made no progress). *sigh*



Thou Shalt NOT (Service Dog Edition)

burrowklown:

1. Under any circumstance PET MY DOG without asking

2. Don’t get angry at me if I snap/yell at you for petting my dog without permission

3. Ask me what my PTSD is from (she has a PTSD patch on her vest)

4. Ask me if I really have a disability

5. Act like I’m faking that she’s a Service Dog so that I can take her places with me; trust me she’d be happier at home with a bone

6. Let your kid charge my dog. SERIOUSLY you shouldn’t let your kid run up to ANY dogs, but my dog is fucking WORKING and doesn’t need the stress

7. Charge my dog yourself. Yes adults do this all the time especially when we’re at coffee shops or bars. They run right up to her and wonder why she gets a bit flustered.

8. Grill me about why I need a Service Dog.  I do and the ADA strictly mandates what I’m required to tell you so if I keep repeating myself stop getting angry at me.

9. Ask me if my SD is in training/is somebody else’s dog. Seriously she’s 4 fucking years old and is far past being a puppy which is when SD’s get trained.  I didn’t steal her from someone she is my dog.

10. DO NOT PET MY DOG.

Any QUestions?

bringing this around again b/c of a post i just saw.



grimmromance:

what i mean when i say “i can’t do that” - the depression edition

  • i am unable to do that 
  • i don’t have the energy to do that
  • i cannot wrap my head around what you’re asking me to do
  • there is too much in my head right now
  • i can not do that 

what people hear: 

  • i am unwilling to do that
  • i am being stubborn for no reason
  • i am being dramatic
  • i am lazy
  • i need you to repeat that only louder
  • i need a push
  • i don’t want to do that 


theshriekingsisterhood:

Things I’d like to see more of in media

characters wearing medical alert bracelets

characters taking medication with their meals

characters mentioning that they have a therapy appointment

characters with reminders to eat in their phones/calendars/planners

characters using stim toys

characters asking if an event is accessible

characters using noise cancelling headphones

characters who are disabled all the time, not just when the plot “calls for it”

characters who are disabled all the time, not just when the plot “calls for it”



burrowklown:

This has yet to happen to me, but I know that it will. Because it HAS to. Because EVERY DAMN DAY people look at Sadie and then look at me and go “is she in training?” “You don’t look disabled?” “Well what do you have?” “They make service dogs for [ptsd] now?” Also cue the strange and bizarre looks I usually get because I dare to be out in the community *gasp* working or shopping or, you know, doing normal things.

And to make matters worse my PTSD dog is, like the dog in the link, an American Pit Bull Terrier. To those who don’t buy into media bullshit you know that these dogs are nothing but love, kisses, and loyalty, but to others it just makes people think that my dog cannot be a service dog. This is utter bullshit. There are no “specific breeds” for service dogs. I got my dog to have a dog. She just alerted me to a flashback and wouldn’t stop pounding on my chest until I locked eyes with her, thereby grounding myself in the present. So we trained her to be the perfect SD she is today,

THIS SHIT IS REAL.

THIS SHIT HAPPENS.

And one day, it’ll happen to me. Because I’m not blind. Because I have PTSD. Because I don’t look disabled.

EDUCATE YOURSELVES AND OTHERS.

Because I’m sick of this shit.



glitchbunny:

The social justice tumblr reblog party is all fun and games until a disabled person says something is harmful to them and then we’re all just being too unreasonable and shouldn’t expect to be accommodated.



A great many disabilities are invisible to the outside world, meaning you might look at a disabled person and never have any idea that they had a disability, even one that has an extreme impact on their lives and mobility.