“My name is Jasmine Edwards. I worked at IHOP in Evansville, Indiana. As you can see I got hurt at work. A lady hit me with a glass of milk and I had to get 8 stitches. My boss told me that I was fired and that my people didn’t know how to act. I didn’t do anything wrong, customers even said that I handled the situation very well. Anyway he fired me and another lady for standing up for me. This is not right and I ask that you Please Share-thanks”
This is so fucked up. Please share this photo.
“my people didn’t know how to act”
oh but we weren’t the ones assaulting ihop workers
friendly reminder not to support lindt this easter season, or apparently ever again, because they support autism speaks.
Wowwwwwwww
SIGH.
can someone please explain why autism speaks is so bad?
because they’re adamant that autism is a disease that can be “cured”. They don’t have a single autistic person on their board. Autism Speaks produces advertisements, small films, ect. about what a burden autistic people are to a society. They only spend about 4% of their money on “family services.” They create a stereotype that makes it hard for actual autistic people, like myself, be heard and recognized as actually autistic. I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder before they realized that I actually showed signs of Asperger’s. They don’t actually help us.
That’s the problem with Autism Speaks.
(tw for violence, ableism, abuse, murder, and death)
It goes deeper than not having any autistic board members. Many of the allistics running the organization promote the horrific notion that you’re better off dead than autistic, and their influence and “activism” only supports the ideology resulting in the continued murder of autistic children and adults by their parents and caregivers.
Former Autism Speaks board member Harry Slatkin, whose wife, Laura, continues to serve on the Board of Directors, stated in an interview with Town and Country while still a board member that sometimes he hoped their autistic son David would drown in the backyard pond rather than “suffer like this all his life.” Evidencing a pattern of similarly violent rhetoric, Autism Speaks is also responsible for the 2006 PSA “Autism Every Day“ in which their then Vice President states on camera that she considered putting her autistic daughter in the car and driving off a bridge, and that the only reason she refrained from doing so was because her other, non-autistic daughter would have been waiting for her at home—her autistic daughter was in the room as she made these statements. Furthermore, the producer of this PSA explicitly admitted that the film was intentionally staged to portray negative images of autistic people and their families.
Only four days following the release of “Autism Every Day,” pathologist Karen McCarron smothered her autistic daughter with a garbage bag. McCarron stated that she murdered Katie because her “autism had not been improving,” had thought about killing Katie, that made an earlier brief attempt at suffocation, wanted to cure Katie, thought killing Katie would make her “complete” in heaven, and wanted to live without autism and thus had to kill Katie. Investigators found that McCarron was obsessed with different treatments for Katie. (See People v. FRANK-McCARRON, 934 NE 2d 76 - Ill: Appellate Court, 3rd Dist. 2010.) Though it is not presently possible to draw a direct connection between Autism Speaks’ PSA and Katie’s murder, this crime and dozens like it only underscore how the kind of rhetoric that Autism Speaks favors only serves to recklessly endanger the lives of autistic people.
Autism Speaks also publicly supports the Judge Rotenberg Center, a group home for autistic and neurodivergent students that uses “treatments” like food and sleep deprivation and electric shock to try and train the residents into acting neurotypical. The center has changed states three times in an attempt to bypass regulation against abusive treatment, and their practices have resulted in the deaths of more than one student.
It’s not just an issue of Autism Speaks making it harder for us to get proper diagnoses and treatment. Autism Speaks is actively killing us.
Well shit.
I was eyeing up their strawberries and cream lindor the other day but this is more important than delicious chocolate.
((BTW, if you respond to this, expect your character to at the very least get injured to some degree. She’s a skilled fighter that has killed approximately two-hundred or more people in her lifetime. I obviously can’t kill your character, but she WILL at least fuck you up a…
When Adelia saw him, a smirk lit up her face. She made her way towards him, her pace quickening.
“Derek!” she called out in and icy tone, then pounced at him, slamming him against the well.
“Now tell me and do not lie. Did you vote to eliminate me?” she asked, hissing softly into his ear, pinning his wrists above his head.
As Adelia ran towards him he attempted to get away, but to no avail. She had him pinned against the wall, he had no chance of being able to defend himself now. Derek cringed as she asked the question, though he did not answer. If he told the truth she would kill him, if he lied she could tell, if he said nothing she would no he voted for her. Anyway this went, he was going to die.
She snorted in disgust. “As if you even need to say it. Caroline was so kind as to tell me how you and Cleo not only voted against me, but made Somber CHANGE his vote. I could still be in the competition had Somber’s vote not changed.” she informed him, glaring hatefully.
“You little piece of trash; I will maim you until you’re nothing but an unrecognizable pile of lawn clippings.” she hissed with a tone that was sharp enough to wound. She let go of one of his wrists, and pulled out her knife, pressing the blade to his neck slightly.
“I could have gotten away from it all. I could have gone to the top and won. I could have escaped. But now… now I’ll have to return back home to my father. That should be fun. I wonder what he’ll make me do for him this time? I owe him now, I guess. Though even if I didn’t he’d make me wear those awful costumes and please his friends. Though you don’t care. You were campaigning for me to go back to that. You want me to go back to that misery.” she spat in his face, pressing the blade against his neck harder, breaking the first layer of skin.
Tears began to fall from Derek’s eyes. He was not upset over the fact that he was going to die, but he was upset over how much pain he had cause everyone. First Malina and Sonny, and now Adelia too. Derek listened quietly as Adelia cut open his next, after a few minutes of silence he replied. “No..I don’t believe that you should be miserable, I voted for you because I did not understand. You never told me why you were here, so I could not have known what you were going back to. I apologize, but it is already done….and if you truly hate him, then kill him or run. Why not just do that.”
“You’re right, you don’t understand.” she said, and began to slowly saw at his neck, drawing blood as each edge of the serrated knife tugged and pulled at his flesh.
“I… I have my reasons.” she said coldly, never daring to admit that he was the one she truly feared. The power that horrible man held over her.
“Your apology is worthless; the damage you’ve caused…. you’ve already resigned me to my fate, you filthy rat!”
Derek listened to her response, by now the cut on his neck had finally begun to hurt but in all honestly he barely felt anything. He responded, “Then help me to understand, I swear I can still help you if you let me.”
“If there’s one thing I despise, it’s people who lie to me.” she said. “And you seem like just the type to be a liar, just to save your own life.” she said, pulling the knife away for a brief moment. She licked the blood off, stepping away momentarily.
Derek sighed, and quickly responded. “Do you honestly believe I care about my own life? I’m supposed to be dead. If I was dead then you could still be there, you could’ve won.” Derek turned around, he snatched the knife out of her hand in a split second. “Here’s the proof.” Derek turned the knife around and stabbed himself in the chest. He pulled the knife out and handed it back to Adelia. Then he fell over on the floor unconscious.
Adelia rolled her eyes, unimpressed by his display. “Trying to rob me of my own achievement, are you?” she said, looking as he fell unconscious.
“Hmph. Very well.” she murmured, grabbing him by his hair and dragging him back to her room. “I’m not done with you, you little shit. You campaigned to get rid of me….” she knew he couldn’t her, but didn’t care.
She took him back to her room, tying him to a chair in her room. “Well, I can’t have him dying on me just yet…” she murmured, and fixed up his chest wound.
As Derek blacked our, he had begun to flashback, watching his life passed before him as he died. He saw his parents attacking him, he saw him bleeding dead on the floor of the orphanage, he saw when he had came here. He saw Ringo, Rodney, And….Kelsey. What had he done. Suddenly he was being dragged back, back towards the life he had tried to leave. Derek woke up suddenly, a few hours later gasping for breath.
Adelia looked up from her sewing machine, seeing Derek open his eyes. “Oh, you’re awake.” she said calmly. She walked over, making sure the ropes binding him to the chair were tight.
“I wonder wondering if you’d ever wake up; I stitched up your grotesque wound but you left quite the bloodstain in the hall.” she mused.
HAPPENING NOW [VERY IMPORTANT]: Venezuela’s soldiers are killing their people. The Government is sending their armed gangs to kill them and they have censored all the media in their country, even blocking photos posted on social media sites. They shut down all the cable channels that broadcast news, so they can’t know what’s going on. The people have no source of protection at all. Students are protesting to save their country and their lives at this very moment. All they have are their social networks to get the word out so, PLEASE RE-BLOG THIS AND SPREAD THE WORD. VENEZUELA IS ON THE BRINK OF A CIVIL WAR AND CLOSE TO BECOMING A FULL COMMUNIST DICTATORSHIP. THEIR PEOPLE NEED YOUR HELP. —— Please, this is very important to me, one of my closest friends went to visit family in Venezuela over winter break and they won’t let him come back to Florida. We’re graduating in a few months and it hurts me to know that his baseball career and all of his hard work and dedication to his grades here in the U.S. was all for nothing. Please.
use the hashtags pictured at the top of this post on your social networking sites to connect and help spread the word, thank you so much! x
one of my friends is in the middle of this shit right now and it’s terrifying, she said their twitters are getting blocked so they can’t share info, their murder rate is the second highest in the world and none of the murderers go to jail because they’re government supporters, they can’t find basic household items or food in their supermarkets, their economy has plummeted, inflation increased over 50% in the two months since 2014 started, airlines have basically left the country because the govt owes them so much money, they have no access to cars or car parts, they can’t cross any borders because their govt controls them and no one is helping them.
it is fucking pissing me off that no one is helping them when they’re asking for it and need it so much. And I am so frustrated that theres not more I can do than share things like this to spread the word, that I just have to hope enough people see it that something gets done.
